Hit The Target Lyrics

My shots hit the target, I'm John Booth, not Thomas Crooks

I walk em down, not mobbin' deep, I'm dolo and I got em shook

Bible in my lap, that's the only time I'm by the book

Ask him for forgiveness, not permission, that's the route I took

I'm focused up, my motion up, them niggas know what's up

Penn Badgley rappers, boy, you gossip like a ho or something

Man, that's so disgusting, half these rappers owe us substance

Better come correct, if I collect, there won't be no discussion

I flay rappers, treat a nigga like sashimi

Then go hop up on that six and take a trip to visit Femi

They say fortune favors bold, and motherfucker, I've been greedy

Word to cuzzy the type of life we live, you only see on TV

I meant it if I said it, don't be askin' me to take it back

My state of mind is takin' facts, you niggas can't relate to that

I keep it true, I made a pact, I'm everything these haters lack

Always standin' tall, that's why my opps is always layin' flat

My shots hit the target, I body rappers with every verse

The fully spit in steady bursts, it never hurts, I'll get 'em murked

Might charge it to the game, but best believe I'm gon' get reimbursed

The price is on your head, you say my name, then you gon' need a hearse

Imma let 'em act goofy, load a clip up like a movie

For a presidential rollie, I might turn to Jack Ruby

Imma let 'em act goofy, load a clip up like a movie

For a presidential rollie, I might turn to Jack Ruby