target - li rye lyrics
[intro]
they see you with me, then you labeled a target
my side in them trenches, still clutchin’ on glizzies, sometimes i forget i’m an artist
sometimes i forget i’m an artist
sometimes i forget i’m an artist
sometimes i forget i’m an artist
if they see you with me, then you labeled a target
on my side in them trenches, still clutchin’ on glizzies, sometimes i forget i’m an artist
they see you with me, then you labeled a target
my side in them trenches, still clutchin’ on glizzies, sometimes i forget i’m an artist
[chorus]
if they see you with me, then you labeled a target (bah)
on my side in them trenches, still clutchin’ on glizzies, sometimes i forget i’m an artist (rrah)
don’t send me your music, i don’t wanna hear it, you f*ck n*ggas p*ssy and garbage
i been talkin’ my sh*t since a baby, i’m itchin’ for smoke, don’t forget that i’m heartless (don’t forget that i’m heartless, b*tch)
that mean your kid can get it, i hop out and hit it, won’t stop ’til it’s finished (rrah)
i can’t stop my lil’ brother from spinnin’, i ain’t even trippin’ as long as we winnin’ (as long as we winnin’)
if that sh*t ’bout a bag, then i’m goin’ to get it, they know that i’m with it (they know that i’m with it)
[verse 1]
i always wanted money, but i just hate that the fame came with it (f*ck)
hard to adapt to all this change, gotta stay on my pivot
easy to lose it all at once once you in this position (in this position)
the money came and made all them start to look at me different (looked at me different)
i ran it up, but i still feel like it’s something that’s missin’ (something that’s missin’)
i searched for love, then i got lost f*ckin’ ’round with these b*tches (with this b*tches)
in my feelings ’bout my b*tch while i link back with my mistress (what the f*ck?)
she say i’m heartless and i’m distant, but i’m from the trenches (what the f*ck?)
we was taught love get you k!lled, so i can’t put my trust in no one
n*ggas say we p*ssy, but them b*tches don’t even know us
i won’t send a threat, just send a text like, “come and show us”
like, “come and show us”
stop postin’ all them pistols if you know you ain’t gon’ blow one
[chorus]
if they see you with me, then you labeled a target
on my side in them trenches, still clutchin’ on glizzies, sometimes i forget i’m an artist (i forget i’m an artist)
don’t send me your music, i don’t wanna hear it, you f*ck n*ggas p*ssy and garbage (f*ck n*ggas p*ssy and garbage)
i been talkin’ my sh*t since a baby, i’m itchin’ for smoke, don’t forget that i’m heartless (rrah, rrah, rrah)
that mean your kid can get it, i hop out and hit it, won’t stop ’til it’s finished (boom, boom, boom)
i can’t stop my lil’ brother from spinnin’, i ain’t even trippin’ as long as we winnin’ (as long as we winnin’)
if that sh*t ’bout a bag, then i’m goin’ to get it, they know that i’m with it (i’m goin’ to get it, oh)
[verse 2]
knew he was p*ssy when he passed the glock and said, “just let me drive” (what the f*ck?)
when it’s time to ride, i grab my mask, can’t leave that b*tch behind (can’t leave that b*tch behind)
them n*ggas talk that sh*t like they outside, but ain’t there when we slide (where y’all?)
lil’ bro said he got the drop, i’m tired of playin’, let’s go inside (let’s go inside)
i’m so tired of n*ggas hidin’, i’m so tired of n*ggas lyin’ (man, why they lyin’?)
i watched my uncle sell that spice, on god, he had more joe than biden (more joe than biden)
in a fishbowl with an fn, known to clutch it when i’m ridin’ (rrah)
i light my backwood with a blue face, i got money on my mind (i got money on my mind)
i got murder in my heart
i take percocets to live, it smell like rps when i fart
had to grow up and learn how to spin, i gotta play it smart (i gotta play it smart)
ain’t no n*gga teach me how to spin, been accurate from the start (been accurate from the start)
[outro]
we was taught love get you k!lled, so i can’t put my trust in no one (no one)
n*ggas say we p*ssy, but them b*tches don’t even know us (know us)
i won’t send a threat, just send a text like, “come and show us” (come and show us)
stop postin’ all them pistols if you know you ain’t gon’ blow one (p*ssy)
you know you ain’t gon’ blow one, hey
if you know you ain’t gon’ blow one
n*ggas said we p*ssy, told them p*ssies come and show us
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