Apostle
I do not do this money
Do it for my fate
I jus wanna be great
Imma kick down the door in the backroom
Make that boy run like a dog from a vacuum
I'm finna make em go straight
Choppa got kickback
You gotta tic tac under your pants
Bro my dick is a Glock
Just like a Kit Kat split you in half
My old hoe out there kickin rocks
Feelin invincible
Call that bitch up on my phone
I said lets make a visual
My flow is original
Yo flow is so typical
Even Bob The Builder said
You wasn't fixable
Why in the world do you wanna be a criminal
Feel just like Xanax, cuz I'm irresistable
Imma go blow like a creeper
We come to clean up the block like a sweeper
Pockets get fat gettin fatter like Peter
My choppa gon eat up yo soul like a reaper
Got lean on my sneaker aye
Got a beam on my heater aye
Pourin up inna beamer
Its a two seater
Pussy boy what's the issue aye
If this continues
We gon make momma
Need tissues
Ride with a double cup
Yea my bullets gon glide
If its up its stuck
Choppa stay right on my side
Hit you, uppercut
Might just go and put him on a damn stage
Make some pussy boys feel all my rampage
Promise you we ain't givin em Band-Aids
Aye yo brody look this ain't a remix
I'm makin some fire bitch call me the Phoenix
Been trippin so long I been losin my mind
Do you believe me
Yea stuck on the edge of space & time
She tried to deceive me
I used to boost I'm not talkin bout Yeezy
X on my chest but my choppa shoot freely
Make it look easy
We finna go hunt you down and kill you do you feel me aye
Writin this shit and it feelin like poetry
Why you keep talkin that shit you don't know me
Arabic shit I be high onnat carpet Aladdin
Waitin for shit to go happen
Lazarus Pit she waiting for me if I'm slackin
When they bust in they attackin
I keep dat blicky on me when I'm rappin
Spittin fire like A Dragon
I feel incredible
Off of the edible
Aim down my reticle
Light that boy up like a festival
My shooters ain't testable
Bitch is so flexible
Feel jus like Walter White
Cookin Up Chemicals
Countin up racks
He countin up decimals
Bullets start flyin they enter his skeletal
Put that boy up onna pedestal
Talkin so foul get hit wit this technical
Talkin that foul get hit with this Taylor
Yuh not talkin bout Swift
She blockin yo calls
While she suckin my dick
They askin if $aint! real
He's a myth
They all want the same feel it don't exist
She cryin yea she bleedin from the wrist
I hang wit my Demons we sippin on tris
Sendin some shots at that boy we don't miss
Feelin so passionate
Bro I be high as bitch yo imagine it
Walk in the party I might throw a frag in it
Choppa make em come here like a magnet
We gon make em disappear like some magic
Now his momma cryin everyday shits tragic
I got 10 Glockies they up inna cabinet
Slide on his block any day we attackin
Slide on his block any day we attackin
Do it for my fate
I jus wanna be great
Imma kick down the door in the backroom
Make that boy run like a dog from a vacuum
I'm finna make em go straight
Choppa got kickback
You gotta tic tac under your pants
Bro my dick is a Glock
Just like a Kit Kat split you in half
My old hoe out there kickin rocks
Feelin invincible
Call that bitch up on my phone
I said lets make a visual
My flow is original
Yo flow is so typical
Even Bob The Builder said
You wasn't fixable
Why in the world do you wanna be a criminal
Feel just like Xanax, cuz I'm irresistable
Imma go blow like a creeper
We come to clean up the block like a sweeper
Pockets get fat gettin fatter like Peter
My choppa gon eat up yo soul like a reaper
Got lean on my sneaker aye
Got a beam on my heater aye
Pourin up inna beamer
Its a two seater
Pussy boy what's the issue aye
If this continues
We gon make momma
Need tissues
Ride with a double cup
Yea my bullets gon glide
If its up its stuck
Choppa stay right on my side
Hit you, uppercut
Might just go and put him on a damn stage
Make some pussy boys feel all my rampage
Promise you we ain't givin em Band-Aids
Aye yo brody look this ain't a remix
I'm makin some fire bitch call me the Phoenix
Been trippin so long I been losin my mind
Do you believe me
Yea stuck on the edge of space & time
She tried to deceive me
I used to boost I'm not talkin bout Yeezy
X on my chest but my choppa shoot freely
Make it look easy
We finna go hunt you down and kill you do you feel me aye
Writin this shit and it feelin like poetry
Why you keep talkin that shit you don't know me
Arabic shit I be high onnat carpet Aladdin
Waitin for shit to go happen
Lazarus Pit she waiting for me if I'm slackin
When they bust in they attackin
I keep dat blicky on me when I'm rappin
Spittin fire like A Dragon
I feel incredible
Off of the edible
Aim down my reticle
Light that boy up like a festival
My shooters ain't testable
Bitch is so flexible
Feel jus like Walter White
Cookin Up Chemicals
Countin up racks
He countin up decimals
Bullets start flyin they enter his skeletal
Put that boy up onna pedestal
Talkin so foul get hit wit this technical
Talkin that foul get hit with this Taylor
Yuh not talkin bout Swift
She blockin yo calls
While she suckin my dick
They askin if $aint! real
He's a myth
They all want the same feel it don't exist
She cryin yea she bleedin from the wrist
I hang wit my Demons we sippin on tris
Sendin some shots at that boy we don't miss
Feelin so passionate
Bro I be high as bitch yo imagine it
Walk in the party I might throw a frag in it
Choppa make em come here like a magnet
We gon make em disappear like some magic
Now his momma cryin everyday shits tragic
I got 10 Glockies they up inna cabinet
Slide on his block any day we attackin
Slide on his block any day we attackin
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Writer(s): Saint Prophet
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