[Intro: Teej, The Artist]
Y'all ain't Ready
Yeah, Teej
Let's get it
[Verse 1: Teej,The Artist]
Let's get one thing straight
I'm living life my way
Headed to hell on the highway
I don't follow the faith
I don't follow anyone
Twitter, Twitter
Turning n***as into slaves
f** society
And conformity
I'll make a milli
And amaze
n***as still tryna hate
Critique everything that I say
These n***as, they want me to fail
They just f**ing motivate
I don't really give a f**, son
I don't really give a f**, son
Wrote these bars on my Samsung
Taking shots, no handgun
[Hook: Teej, The Artist]
Damn
Target Practice
This is Target Practice (Whoo!)
Target Practice
This is Target Practice
Target Practice (brr-brr)
This is Target Practice
[Verse 2: Teej, The Artist]
I'm a k**er
I'ma k** it
Working on these rhymes
Tryna be the illest
Tryna be the realest
Tryna make you feel it
I don't think you get it
I think I've ascended
To a higher level
Little blue devil
n***a, you ain't special
I ain't on your schedule
Whoa
Drop my sh** by surprise, homie
When I spit it's homicide, homie
Got the number 45 on me
Got their motherf**ing eyes on me
n***as acting like a**holes
Ab-Soul, they ain't abstract, son
The rhymes I be spitting are Nasty
They don't want me, to shine like a Blacksun
[Bridge: Teej, The Artist]
Let it drop for a second
I come first, never second
Y'all are just OK, B
Y'all are just some babies
In real life, we compadres
But on the track, I gotta slay, B
I really don't what to say to this
Like...
I'm supposed to be doing some back-up vocals and sh**, but like...
(Clear my throat for a bit)
I don't know what to say
I don't know what to say
[Verse 3: Teej, The Artist]
Levitate, levitate, levitate
Elevate my rhymes
Up to heaven's gates
I am not a saint
Sinning everyday
Now, I do not pray
I have lost my way
Y'all slept, double blue tick
Now, I'm making chess moves, b**h
Checkmate on the chess board
Check, check, check, check for it
Running this game, like a programmer
Desiigning clothes. n***a, no panda
This sh** popping, it's a club banger
I don't f** with these contractors
Adolescent is the clan
IV, that's fam
We been working on some mixtapes
Keep it locked on the 'Gram. Damn
[Hook: Teej, The Artist]
Target Practice
This is Target Practice
Target Practice (brr-brr)
This is Target Practice
[Verse 4: Teej, The Artist]
Man, a n***a just fifteen
And my bars so pristine
I wrote this sh** in like two days
You know a n***a just don't play
Got the juice. Concentrate
They don't hear me, anyway
f** around on the track
I ain't really do jack
I'm too lit, bonfire, Man
I'm too Legit, like clothing brands
And my clique sick, like Xhosa clans
These n***as plain, like serif sans (Ah!)
They glorify
These whack n***as, I'm horrified
They don't pay attention to these
Real n***as, spitting more than fire
[Outro: Teej, The Artist]
Punchlines too sick
Y'all can't stomach this sh**
(Mumbles)
I'ma mumble this sh**
Cause it ain't gon' be on the track, though
I'ma mumble, mumble, mumble
Cause I can't Freestyle, though!
I slay