The Process

(Sonnyjim) Lucky you you might catch me on the fly Dippin in the whip with the apple of my eye In the car like Hasslehoff knock it out the box flip a pack move a piece Gary Kasparov Hats off we did it right this shit hitting like a riddick right get ur boy starched I hit the joint hard pass it like a point guard gold ballpoint in the Goyard Back the Armagnac my driver ridin on a ban Frankie Lymon freestyling in the van I shut the show down I drop a record like fuck a rollout light the bud then I rollout Chris Bridges underground king big pimpin You just lip synching out of character out in Canada rollin pukka the roadrunner reppin in the clash like Joe Strummer Stone cold stunna Mr Steve Austin calm down ur all mouth man are beatboxing Buck got the beat knockin I’m in the m3 flossin CID watchin Pure purevian bumping Brand Nubian I light the Cuban hold my drink like Julian So tell me whats a king without a crown Two Brandys in my hand one to sip & one to down (Lord Apex) TBH it ain't as bad as it looks I still mix a little hash with the kush Got em hooked I was never one to brag with the looks Real life you might see me with a bag full of books Reading knowledge that I can't over look I like my songs half raw I can't do over cooked Don't compete not a friend overtook I'm tryna get us all shows until the gang overbooked Chasing dreams while the rest of em shook This is abstract I told em switch the sound for the hook He's down bad played himself like a crook Acting fishy caught himself in a hook He felt weird so he switched up his look That's what you get for playing shit by the book Mad trauma on some deep rooted shit we take the garms then we car-boot this shit sharply harpoon the click Wipe ya shoes on the doormat pray where the floor at stay where the raw at A whole new format that you can smoke gas too that you can count cash too that feel good music They love apex I'm always coming with that new shit on the fuck the rules shit breaking down a draw shit Razor wit the saw tip tryna think of more shit Contain me amore shit corse wit the horses Siuncere wit the breakdowns feds with the take downs stress seems to make frowns hate love to stay round