PFV - Progression lyrics

Yeah

Woke up this morning felt
Like it's time again
No the sunrise is what brought it in
I'm sick of the internet marketin
But I know it down to a T and
It's over the head like a cardigan
Never been one for the bargainin
Arguin with me about it is frivolous your
Just be targetin to startin shit

I only like doin what other people can't do
When the way I got them
Talkin they really can't move
And you just lookin like a damn fool
Demolition isn't workin lookin like you
Need a plan 2 yeah

I lost my mom, my position and more
Didn't sit back and just cry with remorse


Rappers complaining about shit
They can change
Is annoying I'm mopping the floor
Like doin a chore i'm getting a bag
You'll never score why do you brag
But never get more
Possessions ain't nothing you
Ain't got wisdom
Your friends just look at you like the store
Tryna come up with you then tryna steal
Come to the table with nothin to
Give always expectin another free meal
Experience taught me that I can just kill
Got to be over the fake when you real
Never do shit just for the appeal
Make sure you say what you feel
Say what you feel

They counted me out
They fakin their numbers im over that game
They Yeezy's are dirty the honda
Is swervin and speedin
But none of yall drive in my lane
The passion is burnin
I teach what I'm learnin
I find that the progress is keeping me sane
Over the front and I don't
Make assumptions I back
That shit up and I mean what I say
Never be perfect but I am asserting that
I am clearing a way through pain
You ain't observing and you not deservin to
Speakin my name you gotta be lame
You rappers just burderns you're not makin
Cash and im closin curtains
You're hurtin the game
You're fuckin pretentious
I don't really get it so why do you do it?
Won't mention your name?
You can be humble but Imma be hungry and come
At your neck if you lookin my way
Happily leave if you ask me to stay
I don't act different to capture the fame
Nah

Ask yourself who do you got to be
I'm true to the artistry
Down to my arteries part of me knows that
I'm different the other
Percent just knows who I aught to be
I'm callin thee audible switchin position
And blockin the rest
My hearts always in it my spots never endin
Said that with my chest you do it in jest
Fuck your protec you never invest
You ball on the line blame shit on the refs
Get out the game go down on this penalty
Oh, you my enemy wishin you death
Fake the acorn that's not said in pleasantly
Holdin your breath you need to get checked
Shootin for heads and I never
Be comin up short with
My crew to your necks that's what you get

I'm back on my shit I
Ain't got time for yall
Watch on my shine like audomars
Bigger picture spreading wall to wall
I lay over that like a watermark
You blow up my phone imma call it off
And throw back the fire like Molotov
You gotta problem it's all the talk
Promise that I'm never fallin off
I make a move then I'm ghost
Don't be blowin up my phone for nothin I
Don't really got the time to slow down
Turn this bitch to a ghost town
Gold crown on my head though
We can to get XO'd want smoke? then lets go
Pour out the wine and let's toast

Smith and wesson smith and wesson
I put the chalk to your ex's
I put the shot to aesthetics
I'm over the fuckery dead it
You don't give a fuck yeah we get it
So I got the pleasure to end you
I order then look at the menu
I kill you then eat on my breakfast
You really got a death wish
And I'm really on my next shit
Raizing numbers like wrestlers
They ain't hearing the message
You should take it as a lesson
Don't make music for a dollar in
Poverty try to focus on progression