They been hating the aesthetic
Almost let me in that's a choice that they've regretted
Hate to see me win, so their motives been expected
They do it on the low and really hide it like a fetish
Expecting me to compromise that shit I do not relish
Can't begin to fathom
The type of shit they do
When they face towards your back
The plan is bulletproof
We really getting to the bag
And if I quote another rapper
Then all I'm saying is just cap
Facts
Only get endorsed by my vocal chords
Its been this way since Sleazy Tizi taught me how to press record
But all eyes on the prize tunnel vision
I'm too focused cannot see my own demise
I was only in the lab and I read between lines
And you were only in the trap trying to sniff a couple lines
So in conclusion you and I are not the same
Unlike you I would rather choose fortune over fame
But for you you would rather choose these harlots over loot
On my Zenith what I'm seeing is confusion in a youth
My back against the wall cant say I'm outmatched
Cause I did it different now they labelled me an outcast
Remember skipping school had me looking like a rugrat
Since then I've been jaw dropping spectacular
King author and the pen the Excalibur
Balancing the elements I'm feeling like the avatar
All I wanted was Sicilian connects
Mafioso's I would still invest in a vest
I'm too focused on the cheque
And if somebody wants me checked
The tables turn we might put fifty on your head
Its the La Cosa Nostra
Mob Ties we smoking doja
And all my soldiers
Is all war ready
They like ECIV is like a bomb can it drop already?
But I got it armed and my palms all sweaty
Cause after that man it all changes
Paper cuts leading to bloody basins
We handle ops w Attaché casing
First time ye my heart was racing
Cause it left me on the spot like a dalmatian
Same niggas aint your niggas man they fold on yo
The same say they aint snitches when they told on you
Remember your rode for you now they rode on you
Apeman aint got the pen man they wrote for you
Same niggas saying that are going ghost on you
Apexxxx - 12.12.19 Lyrics
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They been hating the aesthetic
Almost let me in that's a choice that they've regretted
Hate to see me win, so their motives been expected
They do it on the low and really hide it like a fetish
Expecting me to compromise that shit I do not relish
Can't begin to fathom
The type of shit they do
When they face towards your back
The plan is bulletproof
We really getting to the bag
And if I quote another rapper
Then all I'm saying is just cap
Facts
Only get endorsed by my vocal chords
Its been this way since Sleazy Tizi taught me how to press record
But all eyes on the prize tunnel vision
I'm too focused cannot see my own demise
I was only in the lab and I read between lines
And you were only in the trap trying to sniff a couple lines
So in conclusion you and I are not the same
Unlike you I would rather choose fortune over fame
But for you you would rather choose these harlots over loot
On my Zenith what I'm seeing is confusion in a youth
My back against the wall cant say I'm outmatched
Cause I did it different now they labelled me an outcast
Remember skipping school had me looking like a rugrat
Since then I've been jaw dropping spectacular
King author and the pen the Excalibur
Balancing the elements I'm feeling like the avatar
All I wanted was Sicilian connects
Mafioso's I would still invest in a vest
I'm too focused on the cheque
And if somebody wants me checked
The tables turn we might put fifty on your head
Its the La Cosa Nostra
Mob Ties we smoking doja
And all my soldiers
Is all war ready
They like ECIV is like a bomb can it drop already?
But I got it armed and my palms all sweaty
Cause after that man it all changes
Paper cuts leading to bloody basins
We handle ops w Attaché casing
First time ye my heart was racing
Cause it left me on the spot like a dalmatian
Same niggas aint your niggas man they fold on yo
The same say they aint snitches when they told on you
Remember your rode for you now they rode on you
Apeman aint got the pen man they wrote for you
Same niggas saying that are going ghost on you
Almost let me in that's a choice that they've regretted
Hate to see me win, so their motives been expected
They do it on the low and really hide it like a fetish
Expecting me to compromise that shit I do not relish
Can't begin to fathom
The type of shit they do
When they face towards your back
The plan is bulletproof
We really getting to the bag
And if I quote another rapper
Then all I'm saying is just cap
Facts
Only get endorsed by my vocal chords
Its been this way since Sleazy Tizi taught me how to press record
But all eyes on the prize tunnel vision
I'm too focused cannot see my own demise
I was only in the lab and I read between lines
And you were only in the trap trying to sniff a couple lines
So in conclusion you and I are not the same
Unlike you I would rather choose fortune over fame
But for you you would rather choose these harlots over loot
On my Zenith what I'm seeing is confusion in a youth
My back against the wall cant say I'm outmatched
Cause I did it different now they labelled me an outcast
Remember skipping school had me looking like a rugrat
Since then I've been jaw dropping spectacular
King author and the pen the Excalibur
Balancing the elements I'm feeling like the avatar
All I wanted was Sicilian connects
Mafioso's I would still invest in a vest
I'm too focused on the cheque
And if somebody wants me checked
The tables turn we might put fifty on your head
Its the La Cosa Nostra
Mob Ties we smoking doja
And all my soldiers
Is all war ready
They like ECIV is like a bomb can it drop already?
But I got it armed and my palms all sweaty
Cause after that man it all changes
Paper cuts leading to bloody basins
We handle ops w Attaché casing
First time ye my heart was racing
Cause it left me on the spot like a dalmatian
Same niggas aint your niggas man they fold on yo
The same say they aint snitches when they told on you
Remember your rode for you now they rode on you
Apeman aint got the pen man they wrote for you
Same niggas saying that are going ghost on you
Writer: Webster Seabelo
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid