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Target Practice
574
Hip-Hop/Rap
Target Practice was released on November 17, 2022 by T.C.F. Music Group/ SRFSCHL, LLC as a part of the album Target Practice - Single
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Release DateNovember 17, 2022
LabelT.C.F. Music Group/ SRFSCHL, LLC
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM89

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
38 Spesh
38 Spesh
Vocals
Jim Jones
Jim Jones
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Justin Harrell
Justin Harrell
Songwriter
Rory William Quigley
Rory William Quigley
Songwriter
Joseph Guillermo Jones II
Joseph Guillermo Jones II
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Harry Fraud
Harry Fraud
Producer
John Sparkz
John Sparkz
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
You see, I stay away from lames that speak to entertain
When I came out the womb, my feet was in the game
Can't complain 'cause far as the streets, I did my thing
I see shit out of my reach and then I aim
You think shit sweet, I peeped your lil' games
A lot of **** I let eat that went in vain
You made five hundred a week to sit and hang
Now you wanna hate on me, that shit is pain
Huh, I caught a case from ridin' 'round with the strap
My lawyer said this time that I gotta relax
Left my man a plug and some product to match
You should have a million dollars around the time I get back
And he did it, nine hundred thou' to be specific
Family guy, **** living like Peter Griffin
He ain't gon' spend it on weed and bitches
Kept the police out his business, not even a speeding ticket
Spent cream on a defense team
If I hit you, you will sue like Mitch Green
**** got rich off dealing with sick fiends back then
Now I'm in position to fix things from rapping
You cats ain't active, you halfway trapping
My man used to think the crack game was the fastest
But weed make crack look average
Green leaf changes belief like a Black Saint Patrick
Huh, attack fake rappers
You know we come to your show wearing backstage passes
****, I'ma make sure your last days tragic
From the way these shells fall, hope you pack rain jackets, ****
[Verse 2]
Saucy in my block, got me gettin' litty (I'm lit)
Bring the coupes out, I'ma get 'em titties (Topless)
**** say they ballin' like they in the bitties
I'm usually in the foreign when I'm in the bity (Facts)
I use the passport for my registration
I'm way more political than legislation (Woo)
Everybody rocking masks like the head of Jason
I'll put your body on the floor, leave your head adjacent
My young ****, they be praying to the scam gods
When I was young, I was dribbling like Shammgod (Crossover)
Up and down the 95 with them grams of hard
I got a hundred on my wrist, that's my hand of god (Pray for me)
It's water on my neck like the levee broke (Woo)
We was going to the Heights to get the better coke
I got a bitch that don't gag and she don't never choke (Nasty)
I got stars in my ceiling with no telescope
[Outro]
Testing, one, two, one, two
Can you hear me out there?
Written by: Joseph Guillermo Jones II, Justin Harrell, Rory William Quigley
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