Target

The first deal that I had I would learn my damn lesson
Growing up on my own terms, man fuck the dependence
Keep needing y'all to mention, "where is your perfection?"
Think I'm still gon' search after hurting from that?

Been around it too many damn times to count
Now I'm fuckin' out, already been through the max amount
Their loss, I'm exhausted
At this point, it's a coin flippin' toss
You're distracted, it's music or the target

Y'all been on your stomachs while I'm getting comfy
The slowpoke unleashed, crowning me king to the seat
For what's been left, you're the leftovers of my mess
The bits that y'all can digest
This fuckin chess I'm impressed
Y'all been dropping, I've been elevating to the fuckin' seat that I sit
Is the treat that I pick
So to mistreat y'all would be standing too far
Apart, to fit you in my droor would be smart
But you can't do that shit you fuckin lunatic (Bitch)
Who said doing this isn't straight foolishness?
Not when I get the checks
Not to take your respect
My damn recipe is ready fuckin' cooking projects

Been around it too many damn times to count
Now I'm fuckin' out, already been through the max amount
Their loss, I'm exhausted
At this point, it's a coin flippin' toss
You're distracted, it's music or the target



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Writer(s): Lance Gross
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