[Verse: PFV]

I tell them all I'm sick and deranged
I stomp the yard for personal gain
I play my cards all aces and kings
I'm making my mark on everything
Wrecking the record; impeccable relevance
Eloquence [?]
Telling them celibate isn't intelligence
Give a fuck and cum embellishment
What a crazy man I am
No squares inside of my close circle
I spit crack should rap in a Coke commercial
I swear rappers are so elementary
Like I'm trapped in the back of the freezer with the celery; I'm cold
They're telling me that my role
Is that of a man who kills and then gathers the souls
Of weak emcees who take a walk on my road
I take their face place their fear in the air
No matter the race of the person at stake-
Black white greyscale
I replace their face and send them to hell
The day I see defeat to hostility
Will be the day that Meek Mill peaks the charts with heat filled
Gospel records about peace and serenity
The end of me will never be
Every day feels like a celebrities telling me that I'm
Impeccable evidence
Eloquence bleeds out of the heavens and enter me
As they scream PFV
Bring us intelligence as I embellish the words I speak with schemes unseen
To the common fellowship though I am just a human being
With a flick of my wrist I make this intricate wit come to life
It's easy to write
When I brainstorm lightning- thunder hits
So what is my plan?
Kill what I can
The rain brings pain to the dam
Any man who tries to rebuild will get the back of my hand
I'll seek you out and slay you alive. In overdrive
Get in the car accelerate as fast as you can to see if you can handle the ride
Intimate mixing the wishes with skittle and splitting the riddles
I'm killing the kids with the missiles
And filling the illest of pillars higher than pitches of whistles
I'm leading
I'm thinking with reason
Treason is often misleading
With a little bit of common sense I'm leaking to break even
Even the people screaming we're leading the evil are dreaming
My pen is penicillin to the pent up evil leaving
No decision I'm clinching the press
Between my fingers like some kind of pest
Aim the camera above your chest
Headshot fuck your vest
The game has lost it's focus. I'm hear to clear it up
This dope has lost it's potence
So I brought a beer not a blunt
I lead the army it's quite alarming that you have never won
How could you harm me when I'm targeting your party from un-derneath
The harbor you've disregarded because
The underground and martyrs haven't become the charts number one?
Strange clouds come out with every deep breath
My flow's clean: I got that bitch E-Checked
I always feel like someone's watching me constantly
Honestly I'm scared of dying and it bothers me
Ominously I'm in this game to provide a promising dominance
But my place in history won't be determined by your consciousness
A vague definition and a lacking faith conviction makes your diction similar
To that of gays' inside of prison
Take your fate, and drop your hate
But don't be surprised if your pride is scraped up off that plate