Target (LLM)

I smoke my pain away, I don't feel my problems, make my way up to the top, I came from the

Bottom, Stop talking like you do, you know you don't

Got it Better watch out how you move, know you a

Target, Shooters creep at red lights, so you ain't stopping

Say I get you dead right, no I ain't plotting

So you know I keep a tool, I'm just being honest, And you know I stack them blues, that

Money calling, Girl if that head right, I'ma keep on calling

I'm never going broke, that ain't no option Just open up your ears, that money talking

Bitch I'm on go like a green light, That money come and go is what it seems like

You niggas don't want no smoke, can't even breathe right