Back to Back Target - Lil B

Yeah, yeah man

You know a lot of niggas don’t keep it real

You feel me

Everything, all that shit matters

You feel me

But you know so many niggas turn on me everyday

I’m like fuck everybody, you feel me, fuck it

One time for me, cool by the sunshine

Money got punchlines, only take one times

Take small sips, that’s why I hum sunshine

Niggas think I’m lying, bitches think I’m fine

I’m smart man so I keep trying

Don’t get fucked by the past thoughts, pass off, blast off

Yeah, fuck it

And don’t crack like the asphalt

You running with the 45 handgun the same size as police is

Niggas think he sweet but his geeks is geek

Niggas carry them handguns

Like you be deceased

And I’m talking bout a coffin

Brains is out, nigga you loving where you walking

Uh, side with the Mac-11

Please no questions, I do dirt with no drugs

Numb the pain, it’s like a game changer

Feel ashamed of my past, used to rob strangers

Now I feel like I’m a rapping target

I’m a rapping target

Back to back target

With the vest and mask hauling DVD’s like a Black Target

Cocaine sell it off I can’t, I can’t, no

Cocaine sell it all same price as a trip in August

Don’t ask why I

Bitch I bought it

Please the cops and

Just get what you ordered

Cross me and get slaughtered

But I don’t wanna act hard as bricks

But I’m a real young nigga and I ain’t talking shit

Lil Boss

I don’t give a fuck this a mixtape

That shit, the beat’s fucked up and fuck you too bitch