Apex

Riding in a porch Feeling like the headless horseman  Tech, i endorse it  Nigga, tom made a fortune Plotting forbs list  Really on some  You dont want war shit  Drowning pool  Bodies hit the floor shit Im apex  Banging on my chest like caveman  Rhymes hotter satan  With godliest cadence If u in my lane, switch   These niggas not touching me  We adjacent  F*ck around  Put u box like some k swiss  On some gang shit You cant relate shit  My team making moves cross the map  While u hating  Catch me on yo couch while your bitch make me bacon  Ya im cloud 9  But my mind's in the basement  F*ck 12, 15 writing bars  Never seen a cell  Im so flawless they should call a nigga perfect cell In the moonlight dancing with the queen of hell  She said i got more dope lines than the cartel  Switch up the tempo  Im wearing all negro  Moonlight w/ satan  She making me tango  Pulling them strings boy I feel like gepetto No time for brakes  Got my foot on the pedal, ugh  & They try to copy my mental  Unleash the beast then i feast never settle, ugh  & My girl body a temple  Swim in her ocean  & Lick on her gentle Walking contradiction With a weed addiction  Say u with the friction  Niggas science fiction  Always with the talking  Never wanna listen  Till you end up missing  Snatched up by my henchmen  With a couple vixens Pussy demolition  Running to the check  Thats the only mission  Load ammunition  Kill the competition  Wash rinse repeat  Killing with the diction  Bitch im divine like 6 seconds  Living life on a loop  Same shit just a different setting  My nigga lee got the jin but we aint playing tekken  Piss drunk roam the streets lurking sense the devil in em  Send you to a realm with every line that i write  And every line that i write  Coco like tracy marrow wife Rhymes over heads like the bar i set so high  See i aint pussy so dont f*ck over i  I aint saying im the best its just kinda implied  Finished a L and it lead me to light  Dont trust snakes near my path  Who ready to bite  Just keep mello strolling with my hand gripping the knife  A little crazy i might  Be chillen with blk teens, working  When we come through its a wrap like turbans Tell me worth this to me its probably nada  But your girl call me papa while she twerk around casa