PFV - Target lyrics

[Verse:1 PFV] I press that mute bu*ton they talking loud just be quiet I show my TRUE COLORS when I eat beats I don't diet (dye-it) I'm out of the red and now my ex (X) is blue like the confederates I am incredulous to all you liars And man I'm so tired of grinding to stay on my balance They talking that sh** through the wire But never about it they scared of the lion Got speed for the takeoff I'm angled to fly it I'm higher than ever I strangled the pilot Provided with iron; I'm aiming for higher and turning what's plain (plane) into something designer I know that they got it, they know that I do Loyal to fans and my friends from the fire to ashes I'm stacked to the roof Your career's the backseat of a coupe.... I'm effervescent not next to best and I'm definitely gon' pop They stressin' now so in retrospect they gon' second guess when they drop That's that pressure on 'em they flop like loosing they footing when jumping off docks And man I stay putting all on for my stocks And all of my city is with me they locked I don't chill cause I'm too cold I'm on fire with the roof gone Gla**-jaw motherf**ers with their tooth gold... I break gla** like Tuco They fall like a base jump do I stay 98 plus 2. (100) [Chorus: PFV] What's a king to a rap god? Why they focused on the backdrop? What's a have to a have not? Motherf**er that's cross-hairs on they target and they ask not they shoot That's lined up and they shoot I'm lined up and they shoot but I fire back SHOOT! [Verse 2: PFV] Been a year on year off But b**h it's my turn like I veered off And know I stay hard but appear (a peer) soft I go bananas I peel off.... I know that I gotta be the one to run the game No sense wondering Once I come to fame; Never gonna give it up and never gonna run away got this underway man I can't wait for the weigh in They make way for my way in Now I got two white chicks no Wayans and make ends meet Thank god for the grace and speed that I have been gifted with Fire precision and I'm in the place to be I stand on my own two feet And I stopped writing these songs for these critics and all of these fiends Cause I learned that when you mix feelings and business you get a nightmare out of beautiful dreams [Chorus]