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