Six, perfect number
Isn’t three the perfect number?
Yeah, but I got six more bullets in my gun
Hit the target, perfect aim
If you make it through the headshot
You won’t be the same
Hit the target, perfect aim
If you make it through the headshot
You won’t be the same
I don’t do no love songs, like back in the day
But what I’m playin’ got em sayin’, I’m back in the game
Got em bleedin’, heavy breathin’, they backin’ away
Leave em hangin’ from the ceiling, they passin’ away
I don’t do no love songs, like back in the day
But what I’m sayin’ is relayin’ the wrongs of today
Not the cheatin’, not the beatin’, not the crash on the way
But there’s a reason, every season, I’m catch of the day
I’m from where you fight for rights, they get you in the head
Where you think that you can hide, they get you in your bed
Got me thinkin’ every night, this what kept me up late
Is it death or is it God, that got me afraid?
Never got the spotlight, never used to the shade
Never one for gun fights, but used to a blade
Tryna reach Him every night, yo, I pray every day
Dirty water and no light, in Shah Faisal, I’m made
Hit the target, perfect aim
If you make it through the headshot
You won’t be the same
Hit the target, perfect aim
If you make it through the headshot
You won’t be the same
In my city, every night, yeah, they plottin away
No degrees, in the streets, they earnin’ AKs
Better know their fuckin’ ways, or they put you in their gaze
Better know their fuckin’ ways, or they put you in a grave
Some were sleeping in the day, like a bat in a cave
We were quite the contrary, we had to be brave
Me and the family stickin’ tight, at least most of the days
Imagine being underwater, but you ridin’ a wave
Makes you wonder what has changed since the partition days?
What has changed since my ancestors, when they were slaves?
Cuttin’ brothers using knives, for a slice of the bread
But we still ain’t what the news on the tv portray
Had to find another way, a way to upgrade
So with the bricks that were thrown at me, my path I laid
Learnt to trust the higher way, just laugh it away
Cause what determines your fate, is the way you behave
Hit the target, perfect aim
If you make it through the headshot
You won’t be the same
Hit the target, perfect aim
If you make it through the headshot
You won’t be the same
Everyday, the sun shine, I be makin the hay
She ring my phone, when alone, she tryna say hey
You know what’s on, GMF, when I wake and I bake
I’m sorry, love, I really would, but I’m talkin’ to Kay
Not a gangster, but my boys, they still in that place
You fuck around, I dont know, get clapped in the face
Not a gangster, that life, I never embraced, but
Fuck around, never know what could happen today
Times change, rearrange, gotta take it with grace
People too, they get strange, seen many a case
When you see no end in sight, keep battlin’ away
Tomorrow doesn’t need to know what happens today
From eatin’ bread with throwaways, now I get the filet
Got em hatin’ from Karachi all the way to Philly
Come take a ride, you decide, what else can I say?
Catch of the Day, a-k-a/call me, Harry the Great
Hit the target, perfect aim
If you make it through the headshot
You won’t be the same
Hit the target, perfect aim
If you make it through the headshot
You won’t be the same
Now remember, things look bad
It looks like you’re not gonna make it
Then you gotta get mean
I mean plumb mad dog mean
