Target practice lyrics

(Verse 1)

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

(Verse 2)

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

(Verse 3)

When there's grime on a level, more time, a scoreside

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

(Verse 4)

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

• Artist:Coco (Rapper) (UK)