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letra de target practice // clark ln. - kiii

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verse 1: kiii

swear i shed a tear
every time i’m there
different type of fear
moving weight
pray i make it home
that’s another year
another opp
n-ggas hit your spot
when they see you got it
teach em’ well
don’t you let it rock
man show them you prevail
do not fail
they exploit your loss just look at all them cells
sh-t is h-ll
b-tch from grace i fell
no i don’t kiss n tell
i need that check
tell that d-mn exec
i cut right from neck
i don’t check for no vitals
vital i survive the next
hundred days
hundred different ways
you can meet your death
other side
yea she tell me lies and i don’t even sweat
did me wrong, f-cked up on the plug
and he gon’ pay the debt
she want fame
instagram her name and you see that blue check
government playin f-ckin’ chess
i move with that vest
sleeping less, tuck the glock to bed
its gon’ need the rest
assassinate my character
that’s america
target practice on my ancestors
i need answers
newer slaves
yea i knew a slave whose record deal was up
but that’s life
so i bubble up, a n-gga double up
i recruit, i got shootas who won’t put they hands up
in a jam, we gon’ strategize until them bands up
verse 2: o finess

clark ln
verse 1:

cruisin’ in la rest in peace to nip
if they don’t understand us we gon’ make em’ flip
with the fully in the tint can’t let em’ catch me slip
remember had to wait to eat until the 5th
n-ggas sell they soul and think it’s sweet right after
just to get devoured in these streets faster
we was in them trenches wasn’t thinkin’ nasa
ain’t no luxury of time we tryn’ beat massa
ain’t no superman cuz’ they got gang for that
mayne we ain’t tryn’ be no cop they gotta pay for dat
ain’t tryna be known as a rapper they got slaves fa dat
tell me where’s a n-gga home if he ain’t make it back
another local rapper gone, really ain’t no changing that
said you on that demon time boy i can’t play wit that

verse 2
had to start my own label, early on my russell
momma & my uncle taught me how to hustle
they’ve been falling out, the game un’ got me puzzled
sh-t get hard to carry on when no one love u
i’ve been in that bag despite the album sales
sh-t most of yall albums ain’t even sellin’ well
i’m making all this money ain’t even got no deal
all that disrespect to dot like how he got to feel?
pops was so concerned
college did me dirty
had to do em’ worse
is it a blessing or a curse
to be gifted the earth?
the world keep spinnin’
no cape got linen
f-ck a superman this world gon’ keep on sinnin’
born sinner i ain’t perfect i’m just living
while trying to bless the world with what allah has given

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