Apocalypse

Hold the world up like a glass I can see you with the hands Feel a little nauseous that mean my blade wanna dance Turned my Nina to a hoe she ah kiss you an ya mans An this holds apocalypse I got basements full of cans Ain't no flags in 215 we throw up blocks and then collide Pack and travel with the bullets we step out at any time Shoot him in the afterlife so I know that he can't survive I keep running out of bounds it's penalties if you outside Glock built so they can't trace it free hand touchin on my side Laser beam my fav attachment relationships we divide Bed time we under cover see wassup when niggas nod Need a mask to cast reflection so he sees his own demise We got sense we take his senses so you can't identify See ya call I'm layin low if I ever press deny All my niggas certified I don't teach em I just assign Allocate and set the steaks thick skin you better hide Ridiculed by ESP the laws of physics don't apply Came across his wifey the future doesn't see ah bride Caught the butterfly effect with the info that she provide She ah widow lost her baby so I know she had to cry Gods hand can't make it stop we be clappin but do not pray Put her ass onna tee she lay wit Jesus Christ today Steady altering location in my wake is disarray Me an Nina in da closet she the only one that's gay This weed gimme high way vibes I enter states from miles away Inflict pain and paranoia we get active in PA Karma caught up wit us we don't run we pass it an relay Throwin bullets yeah you catch 'em but we matrix out da way Oh that boy he think he Neo must be off da pill or yay Imma agent wit this Smith it's like it's endless when I spray To infinity the great beyond or whatever you say Plus one in the trash point drag click his life away Hold the world up like a glass I can see you with the hands Feel a little nauseous that mean my blade wanna dance Turned my Nina to a hoe she ah kiss you an ya mans An this holds apocalypse I got basements full of cans