Target practice

(Hook)

Mark, homie — they line you up like target practice, aim low, sparkless

Smile on your face, pockets hollow, they harvest what you got, and it’s charged, kid

Mark, homie — blink twice, think twice, they chart this, heartless

You hand 'em gold in the dark, they depart, kid, leave you starless

(Verse 1)

Saw you countin’ nickels like they doctrines, scripture in the drawer

Trust in velvet knots, velvet plots, velvet doors with the war on the floor

They sell you heaven in a jar, label glitter, poison core

You sip hope through a straw and call it proof — homie, what you pour?

They clap slow when you fall, like an audience rehearsed for the show

They whisper “player,” but they play you like the strings when the curtains close

You trade time for a painted line, the ledger reads “owe”

You a currency of faith, they bank on your fervor, let it grow — then snow

(Pre-Hook)

You say it’s hustle, I say it’s hustle with a halo cracked

You praise the light but lean on shadow-backed tracks

I watch you walk with a smile while the vultures map your route

Tell me, who’s the lesson when the lesson’s sellin’ doubt?

(Hook)

Mark, homie — they line you up like target practice, aim low, sparkless

Smile on your face, pockets hollow, they harvest what you got, and it’s charged, kid

Mark, homie — blink twice, think twice, they chart this, heartless

You hand 'em gold in the dark, they depart, kid, leave you starless

(Verse 2)

You got loyalty tattooed like vows in the skin of your trust

But loyalty ain’t currency when pockets hungry turn it to dust

They craft the story, you cast in lead, applause in rust

You a walking donation bin for the polished and the plush

Remember nights we broke bread, dreams braided in the rims of a cup

Now you give to silhouettes that clap when the ink run up

Your love’s an open wallet, your heart a pane, they toss rocks, watch it crack up

You ask “why me?” and the answer’s loud — 'cause they know what to look up

(Bridge — Shift)

Flip the tape — what if you flip the script, change the angle?

What if eyes that follow thin find they tangled in the handle?

What if your hand that hands out roses learns to plant a garden?

What if the mark that took the fall decides to harden — then pardon?

(Verse 3 — Internal monologue)

I talk to you like I talk to shadows of myself in crowded rooms

We both been sandals on a road where vultures learned our tunes

I been sellin’ truths to a mirror, tryna patch the same old shoes

But you keep givin’ gas to engines built to disappear at noon

This ain’t scold, it’s the cold truth, the script that’s been rehearsed

You ain’t villain, you the verse they steal to fill their purse

So plant that seed, let it burst, let the thirst reverse

When the well runs deep you’ll keep your own, the chorus will disperse

(Final Hook / Outro)

Mark, homie — they line you up like target practice, aim low, sparkless

Porque music

See you when I see you

Otro