Lyrics Target Practice - COCO

Target Practice

You see, it’s five in the morning, still awake writing
I’m original cause I hate bar biting
True, I’ve gotta keep on delivering the heat
Like a fast food guy with some F1 driving
No joke business, know that I’m grinding
Top Gear, leaving everybody else behind him
Put me on the camera, I’mma give you action
Focus mode, that’s a rhythm alive ting
The way I battle a battle like I’m a viking
You’re not getting anyone showing you with your hyping
Cocs ain’t playing, don’t give a shit if you like him
I’m not a fan of these spitters tryna be like him
Overseas, I’ve gotta be going global
Like if I wanna holla my donny, I’ve gotta Skype him
Right now, I can’t get down with your movement
If your ting’s hype, mine’s very exciting
So wah gwan?
It’s
It’s a nigga that’s educating the market
You’re any bredda, you’re getting to get the garbage
You can’t amount to my level, not even half it
Come to get rid of the germs, we’ve got the Harpic
And I be ready to end it if you start it
And I’ve seen your girl around and I’m Coco
So I’mma tell your girly to park it, to-to park it
So when I’m 'ere, I spit so clear
The fans wanna cop mine, not your gear
Very, very long time, man have been ill
Like I should’ve got a sick note for a whole year
When I first meet new people, they wanna ask
Why’s it a music note, not a tear?
True say, I do music and I hear
These other man have got no idea
When there’s grime on a level, more time,
Sheffield so I shout out «north side»
Bigging up anyone giving me the cosign
When it’s your time, everybody will see
You’re not a fly boy, you’re looking like a pigeon on the roadside
Certainly show man when it’s showtime
I don’t wanna say a lot about the bar
Just come speak to man when it’s flow time, likkle man
Tek time while you get it in line
Man are putting on the riddim and no telling me twice
Music is what I do, I kill it every time
I’ve got a strong taste for it like some Henney with ice
Everybody can be spraying a lot
But you don’t really say nothing, you’re just saying a lot
Yeah, everybody can be spraying a lot
But you don’t really say nothing, you’re just saying a lot
So send something fire through the email
I’ll deal with it in a minute on a neat scale
I write heavy new bars for the OGs
I weighed and I wrap it up like a weed sale
I’ve got it if I wanna give it to a female
And briefly I’m gonna give it her in detail
You’re chatting shit, you wanna see a nigga derail
But you’re not gonna sell it to me like it’s retail
I’m out here, man are really tryna see jail
Old school like she sells seashells on the sea shore
Getting money, why them pussies wanna beef for?
You’re saying I’m shit, but come on now, we know
Long ting, I ain’t really effing with the detour
Example’s what I’m gonna call beef for
Why does everybody always look at me for?
Sometimes I just wanna breathe war