Apollo (Outro)

I'm going to the top
You might think that I'm on Mars
I'm riding with the gang
And we taking back what's ours

That boy know he a lame
But he think I just got bars
Say he hard, Imma smoke him
Imma send him to the stars

I'm in my bag for real
Not like an ice pack, no chill
You betting against, you know I'm up next
You better not take the field

You know Imma say what's real
Go straight to the rack, O'neal
And Imma go take the wheel
I'm all in your grill, you in your feels and I'm in the hills

I'm in that Wraith I'm swerving
That gas is what I'm serving
I got one thing that's for certain
Know my shooters always lurking

Now I'm up so stop your snoring
I'm riding in that foreign
Real goat no I'm not Jordan
All these other rappers boring

On the scene I'm not performing
Still lead the team in scoring
At the top it's like I'm soaring
Got there fast it's like I'm flooring

Back it up, get out my face
You push me then it's case
Hit the target from my waste
And yea you know I'm slime based

Drop him he's an op
I put on for my block
One day Imma get my shot
And then I'll smoke you like I'm Pop

I could light you up don't play
I always keep a j
One day Imma get my Ks
And no one's getting in my way

Seventeen and your boy's in his prime
I'm counting up assists, cause I got me so many dimes
I'm riding riding riding riding round with my slimes
I know you got two watches but you running out of time

I'm in my bag for real
Not like an ice pack, no chill
You betting against, you know I'm up next
You better not take the field

You know Imma say what's real
Go straight to the rack, O'neal
And Imma go take the wheel
I'm all in your grill, you in your feels, and I'm in the hills

I'm in that Wraith I'm swerving
That gas is what I'm serving
I got one thing that's for certain
Know my shooters always lurking

Now I'm up so stop your snoring
I'm riding in that foreign
Real goat no I'm not Jordan
All these other rappers boring

I'm making hits don't check me
Roll with a stick, Wayne Gretzky
Riding around on a jet ski
You falling back you won't catch me

I'm gon' empty out the shell
Then I'll send him straight to hell
Dropping bodies like Dababy
They ain't put me in the cell

Move in silence with suppressors
That's how I deal with stressors
Now I'm coming with that pressure
You don't need no more refreshers

Waiting on me like some campers
AI know I'm the answer
All my diamonds call them dancers
Walking beats yea that's my standard

I'm going to the top
You might think that I'm on Mars
I'm riding with the gang
And we taking back what's ours

That boy know he a lame
But he think I just got bars
Say he hard, Imma smoke him
Imma send him to the stars



Credits
Writer(s): Reese Swittenberg
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