[Produced by Grynpyret]
[Verse 1]
To he who sends the shots, of the rifles
Wide angle making Tower Visions like the Eiffel
Hidden Disciple
Extract the future with a scalpel
He used to floss and now the nigga speechless like his mouthful
Check it
Keep talking Jeff Gordon to Stephen Hawking
Real quick, world's ending wanna appeal quick
Appeal to a willing open minded generation
End of conversation you're insensing a relation correlation to the nation
And mistakes that we be making, once a nigga speak his mind
They gon' conclude to immigration i'm like
Fuck that shit, on my shit, come through with some clips and popcorn
What you thinking Glocks for, see I didn't come through with the [?]
Apex known to, roll a king L by the sea shells
She sells photography of body for retail
That's just life though
In this never ending cycle in this concrete jungle
[Verse 2]
Check
Cannibalistic actions when i'm rappin', rap him up in
Rappers pack him up and stash him in a packet
Embroiding flows like, badges on my jacket
Pangaea my actions black static
Back-packing all these black raps
Fun fact, Apex been the shit since '96 though doing
Kick flip type motions when I flip shit
Bagging the bouff to the tooth keep me lifted i'm gifted
Gifted [?] like it's Christmas, Apex the poor smuggling sharp shit
Sharp bit through your jugular, taking off your jaw and undergarments
I'm in a darkened apartment with my darling in a sweatshirt
Hold the mic to the crowd nobody move nobody get hurt
[Outro]
Moving foley coldly with a tonio head shot
Split your hair down the middle like i'm corny
[?] that Evel Knievel
Finns face lookin' Deebo whilst nigga in gazebo
Probably rolling up illegal Apex
Lyrics provided by LRCLIB
