Real Aim

[Intro]
Scope on lock
Breath go still
Finger on love
Trigger on kill (yeah)
[Verse 1]
I don't pray, I just line up the shot
If I want it, then it drop where I plot
Hit a opp, hit a bag, hit a thot
Same focus, everything get got
Laser on your crib from the top floor suite
I could tag your heartbeat in a packed out street
You could hide, you could cry, you could call that beef
I just mark one tap, wipe out that grief (boom)
Money in my mind, see the numbers in the air
Every play mapped out, every decimal there
You just throw blind darts, I break bank with care
Every flip dead-on like I aimed that stare (uh)
[Chorus]
Perfect aim, I don't miss
If I point, then it hit, that's it (that's it)
Op, bag, bitch, same list
One glance, one plan, one click
Perfect aim, I don't miss
Every wish turn real, that’s lit (that’s lit)
Line 'em up, cross 'em off real quick
Op, money, hoes—I never miss
[Verse 2]
Red dot kiss on a hater lip
Talk wild, then he vanish from the membership
I don't brag, I just send out memberships
Lifetime smoke with a lifetime end to it (gone)
I don't chase, I attract, draw 'em into the sight
You be sprayin' up the dark, I be carving the light
Hit the plug with a call, hit the plug for the price
Hit the plug, hit the block, now we flooded in ice (flooded)
Every move pre-wrote in my mind like a script
You improvise, improvise, then slip
I specialize in precise, that's it
Even when I'm off balance, I still don't miss (never)
[Chorus]
Perfect aim, I don't miss
If I point, then it hit, that's it (that's it)
Op, bag, bitch, same list
One glance, one plan, one click
Perfect aim, I don't miss
Every wish turn real, that’s lit (that’s lit)
Line 'em up, cross 'em off real quick
Op, money, hoes—I never miss
[Bridge]
Headshot heartshot, can't choose (can't choose)
Anything I want, I don't lose
Every little target, I bruise
Hit that, hit that, then cruise (skrrt)
[Chorus]
Perfect aim, I don't miss
If I point, then it hit, that's it (that's it)
Op, bag, bitch, same list
One glance, one plan, one click
Perfect aim, I don't miss
Every wish turn real, that’s lit (that’s lit)
Line 'em up, cross 'em off real quick
Op, money, hoes—I never miss

rap, Dark trap banger with sparse detuned piano over heavy 808 bass and skittering hi-hats, male vocals. Verses are aggressive and tight, double-time pockets and ad-libs tucked in the sides. Hook widens with stacked chants on the title phrase and booming low end; short bridge strips to piano and vocal before final chorus slam., hip hop