Kirkland Jaxon - Target

Gucci bag, Chanel scarf
Oooh they mad, how I fill my cart
I need quality this shit can’t fall apart
Target on my back but they won’t hit their mark
Gucci bag, Chanel scarf
Oooh they mad, how I fill my cart
I need quality this shit can’t fall apart
Target on my back but they won’t hit their mark
Fuck shit be missing me cause I got a hit me fee, don’t hit me please
I had a couple niggas with the sticks try to get rid of me like infantry
I got a history of niggas pissed at me
I don’t watch what I say, my mouth is foul, I need some Listerine
She’s into me, she suck the d, she love the winning team
I'm the outcome, it’d still be the same if shit went differently
The ones that stick with me, Imma lead them boys to victory
Claim you’re down to ride for me and die for me then switched on me
He want a piece of the pie, I said come eat but now its 10 a piece
I don’t ask for favors so you can’t say shit you did for me
They see what I have and want what I got, tried to hit a lick on me
I watched friends turn to ops and he put that hit on me
But bitch I’m still here, and I’m doing me
I got niggas out here really trying to ruin me
They see my future shining brighter than their jewelry
Don’t you realize that there’s nothing you could do to me
Gucci bag, Chanel scarf
Oooh they mad, how I fill my cart
I need quality this shit can’t fall apart
Target on my back but they won’t hit their mark
Gucci bag, Chanel scarf
Oooh they mad, how I fill my cart
I need quality this shit can’t fall apart
Target on my back but they won’t hit their mark
I don’t owe none of you bitches, I don’t owe none of you nigga, I just owe my children
Gotta make a better living, so we finna count it up to the ceiling
I told these people fulfill it, I’m just out to see a million I know imma get it
Used to be in grandmas kitchen, better not touch them dishes, grandma be tripping
I just be thinking bout better days, shit I coulda did in a better way
Real Florida boy, gator face
Like MJ I make them fade away
I had to grab a new scale, just to weigh up the new mail
I had to find another trail
These bitches stale
Niggas get jammed with no bail, be the same nigga who tell
All these bitches be funny to me, no hoe that ain’t no money to me
Always on the internet flexing and you really be out here struggling to eat
I told that hoe get up off your ass and make some money or something
Fuck nigga I know your twelve, that’s why I never sell you nothing
Bitch I’m still here, and I’m doing me
If I need that heat I hit up Luey beats
Me and B we’re skipping school on some truancy
Imma keep it real until my eulogy
Gucci bag, Chanel scarf
Oooh they mad, how I fill my cart
I need quality this shit can’t fall apart
Target on my back but they won’t hit their mark
Gucci bag, Chanel scarf
Oooh they mad, how I fill my cart
I need quality this shit can’t fall apart
Target on my back but they won’t hit their mark

Written by:
Kirkland Jackson

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