Targets

[Verse 1: Tyrone Williams]
Fuck all the feds, nowadays it seems we got targets on my head
My man Sebastian with Scarlette, bet it's nice in bed
I got fuckin meeting to attend but fuck what these people said
Agressive as shit so all the power charges up and ends up causing death
Yeah causing death
I sit back in my fucking mansion watching as hell falls down
Targets on our back man we the number one to these clowns
Out here saying shit like "Where they at, where they at"
But I'm just associates, only shake hands when appropriate
Watchin my ass, fading task, gotta always look back
Ziplock, body-bag, toe-tag, wet t-shirt, and a black mask
Running from the feds got me wondering all typa things
Gold bling, money and lots of other things

[Verse 2: Tyrone Williams]
Fuck the new era I create shit on my own
Back in 2017 I was not alone
Got my boys and we riding till we die
Fuck these people targeting us everytime we move or try
Escape from the pen so I got like 2 benz
Fuck around and I swerve around the bend
Take a trip and we don't care where I end
Dripped down in ice so I'm a target
Growing up never really was the smartest
Feds shining lights on my chest the hardest
Million dollar bling making my world my everything
Too much things sitting on top the mind
Waking up from 6AM to start that grind
Me and Johnny Woods we just got a certain state of mind
Certain things just cross the line
Just like searching for a downfall on a great
Streaming and releasing and riding your bitch shade
Now the light has dimmed
I guess they throwing shade at me and Sebastian
Making us the number one targeted two
The shit we do is just another day being put through
The sad shit people really will do
For some clout or or some fame
Man fuck these fags they'll never top my game

[Verse 3: Sebastian Dark]
I am Cosmic, but I also be one of the darkest
I am one of the targets, hell yeah bitch I be one of the hardest
Drivin to Charlotte, but i'm in Dubai fuckin Scarlette
I used to say this back in fame but its true that I will not tarnish
Miss the companionship I once took for granted
I'm like Felix i'm falling from outerspace, but I have not yet landed
It's what it be, it's under the bomb concedes me
It's not all about a diss to me, see
Brothers left stripped, I'm there garment, crack your valve
People wondering how I spit shit fast like how?
Bang that Napalm shit, til they know the sound
Brother maybe you haven't heard but I'm the nicest, been around
Get a little change they feel a little strange
Yo who's that comin through, is that Kardi in the Range?
Puttin' it down in this bitch until playas like me gone
But I'm gonna drop the bomb and its goin on