Target

The first deal that I had I would learn my damn lesson Growing up on my own terms, man f*ck the dependence Keep needing y'all to mention, "where is your perfection?" Think I'm still gon' search after hurting from that? Been around it too many damn times to count Now I'm fuckin' out, already been through the max amount Their loss, I'm exhausted At this point, it's a coin flippin' toss You're distracted, it's music or the target Y'all been on your stomachs while I'm getting comfy The slowpoke unleashed, crowning me king to the seat For what's been left, you're the leftovers of my mess The bits that y'all can digest This fuckin chess I'm impressed Y'all been dropping, I've been elevating to the fuckin' seat that I sit Is the treat that I pick So to mistreat y'all would be standing too far Apart, to fit you in my droor would be smart But you can't do that shit you fuckin lunatic (Bitch) Who said doing this isn't straight foolishness? Not when I get the checks Not to take your respect My damn recipe is ready fuckin' cooking projects Been around it too many damn times to count Now I'm fuckin' out, already been through the max amount Their loss, I'm exhausted At this point, it's a coin flippin' toss You're distracted, it's music or the target