Target

Yeah
You got a target on your back when you're an artist
Nowadays these youngens do a drill and go use smart whips
My nigga turning strange but I just love the guy regardless
In a world full of liars, you say the truth
They label you the harshest
Sold my Lamborghini truck
Coz what's the point in driving round the fastest
When all my friends are OTR or sitting in the Marshes?
I know a nigga died a soldier coz he weren't the smartest
No fear, his mind didn't fail him but his heart did
Bro just keep it real thats all I'm asking
Niggas do gangster shit and then go hide behind Imams
Or call big homies tryna hash their qualms
I don't need to go to LA just to walk with guns and
I don't need to fly Dubai to go drive super cars
Bro got grabbed before my show I'm on stage forgetting my bars now
Time heals everything but they don't tell you that it's hard
When you got nerve damage you're insecure about your scars
I know a nigga that was rich
He shitted on the trenches till it made him poor
Been putting batteries in backs and making niggas score
When Wireless was in Crystal Palace we brought out the skorpz
They killing girls in my city too baby, please stay indoors
Coz the sticks with the game
How you snake your darggy for a bitch and some chains?
I told bro that he can have everything of mine but my wife
If he weren't on the run he'll rock a quarter mill in ice
One of my top juvvies lifed off, smoking spice
They think the back door's open
Like we don't know that you're playing both sides
Yeah right this shit is here airtight
Keeping real's a rare sight and I aint seen no fair fight
Before bro died he was tryna reach me
Fiends even tryna teach me
Pinning heroin and smoking crack, dying from diabetes
How can you relate when you aint never had to go through faeces?
To get the 40 shots you swallowed
I run my trap like Putin, playing old school Dubz and Hollow
This time's all borrowed but the hammers aint
She took half a gram and faint
The joint's got a laser what we brang to Tape
Now 29 rock the stage like we aint really do two bag a day
Aye I sat on the back of PCX's
Before I ever sat with Dave talking about DBX's
I told this girl a hundred times, I don't wanna read your texts
I wanna press, man I aint pressed about your meedi exes
And then I tell her don't upload me, man the streets are reckless
The hammer on me like I tweak electrics
I got the skorpz you think these sweets selective?
So baby please stay indoors, you think these sweets are sexist?
About you're fassting up yourself tryna be on guestlist
Shake my head, the game is just a mess
I see these little boys struggling to pay off on their debts
And instead of flying straight with their connects
They make a rap song and claim it's a finesse
I'm just shaking up my head
I'm in
I'm in my local barbers taping up my dreads
I'll tape the road too, my barber knows he makes sure that I'm next
Yes
Life of a trap lord boss
All them niggas round you, you don't even know who the back door was
Yeah Ross Kemp can get an interview or Trap Lore Ross
You wanna step into the trenches then it's at your cost
I aint talking to no little man, i'll at your boss
I don't water nothing down if anything, i'll add more Voss
Cah Catch is on your playlist like
Like I wasn't on a mattress with a makeshift knife
Practice till I make it right
You really think they reformed me? You're mad
I still get nightmares of them recalling me back
And I get PTSD whenever we all in a bank
Coz my last bank I had us taking sweetcorn off a pack
Yuck
TMI maybe
Now i'm a rapper so its EGA or EMI, crazy
And way before 29 made moves on Wave tunes
I saw him making it snow bro and it was late June
You think them bando days leave your brain?
You ever seen a fiend get excited when they see your veins?