//Verse 1 Next Apollo//
Uh
How can y'all be so fake now
Up on the internet changin your face now
Either way that won't change your fate now
The realest comin thru to come and take your place now
Motherfucker you ain't flexing thats your ghostwriter
When I'm done with you I'll turn you both to ghostriders
I keep jotting so they see that I'm a goat writer
Since yall outta fire like an old lighter
Fake rapper always been a great actor
Fake rapper can't do shit but be a fake trapper
Fake rapper always wants to climb faster
So they went and made a hit to die after
Rapping like me blows ur mind like a martians
Bitch your like silver the more u last u tarnish
Tried to kick me down but i went to make the 'geddons
I be climbing so high I be almost up to heaven
Yall be wearing bape stuck up in the warehouse
I guess paying them bills gotta bitch wearing out
You dont wanna listen but wait hear me out
Dont pay for shit until you got twice the count
Fake rapper gonna flex all his chains
Then get em snatched up and not even complain
But that shit won't make a change
Cause the ice had left a stain
GOD DAMN he fuckin pain
I let dog out get em jay
//Verse 2 Jay Alexander//
Woof woof, but you know I ain't a bitch
I've had it rough, rough, never gonna get rich
Never gonna be a snitch, told your ass 69 times
I am a prince of rhyme, I will not pantomime
Not a jester in this court of rap, never giving a crap
Realest in the room, no cap, don't need a road map
Rap Anomaly to the core, through and through
They pick us instead of you, better know we bulletproof
DFR stock is through the roof of the dog pound, do you get it now?
I am coming to break faces and careers both
Reverse cursed mirror, like a Dorian Grey reflection, you're just a ghost
I leave you shook the fuck up like a dead baby
I'm coming to change the game up like Tom Brady
I am a patriot for my beliefs, a rap scene that means something
Think this is dope but you ain't seen nothing
Keep on the look, Apollo coming with the Glitch
And next is R-A by J-A-Y, nah, you ain't ready bitch
We got the infinite bag of tricks, 4-D magicians
Coming to beat you little punks back into submission
//Verse 3 Next Apollo//
Me and jay gon beat your fucking ass
Like we rolling at the race track
Now you tell me how you'll face that
Blowup so bright that that shit gon made ur face flash
Now you tell me how you'll paste that
None of y'all could beat me
None of y'all could be me
You been thinking two d
I been thinking three d
Lets go make a fucking movement
Sike a revolution
We gon take you from illusion
Take all that delusion
Fuck your resolution
Fuck your devil union
Feast at the communion
Uh
How can y'all be so fake now
Up on the internet changin your face now
Either way that won't change your fate now
The realest comin thru to come and take your place now
Motherfucker you ain't flexing thats your ghostwriter
When I'm done with you I'll turn you both to ghostriders
I keep jotting so they see that I'm a goat writer
Since yall outta fire like an old lighter
Fake rapper always been a great actor
Fake rapper can't do shit but be a fake trapper
Fake rapper always wants to climb faster
So they went and made a hit to die after
Rapping like me blows ur mind like a martians
Bitch your like silver the more u last u tarnish
Tried to kick me down but i went to make the 'geddons
I be climbing so high I be almost up to heaven
Yall be wearing bape stuck up in the warehouse
I guess paying them bills gotta bitch wearing out
You dont wanna listen but wait hear me out
Dont pay for shit until you got twice the count
Fake rapper gonna flex all his chains
Then get em snatched up and not even complain
But that shit won't make a change
Cause the ice had left a stain
GOD DAMN he fuckin pain
I let dog out get em jay
//Verse 2 Jay Alexander//
Woof woof, but you know I ain't a bitch
I've had it rough, rough, never gonna get rich
Never gonna be a snitch, told your ass 69 times
I am a prince of rhyme, I will not pantomime
Not a jester in this court of rap, never giving a crap
Realest in the room, no cap, don't need a road map
Rap Anomaly to the core, through and through
They pick us instead of you, better know we bulletproof
DFR stock is through the roof of the dog pound, do you get it now?
I am coming to break faces and careers both
Reverse cursed mirror, like a Dorian Grey reflection, you're just a ghost
I leave you shook the fuck up like a dead baby
I'm coming to change the game up like Tom Brady
I am a patriot for my beliefs, a rap scene that means something
Think this is dope but you ain't seen nothing
Keep on the look, Apollo coming with the Glitch
And next is R-A by J-A-Y, nah, you ain't ready bitch
We got the infinite bag of tricks, 4-D magicians
Coming to beat you little punks back into submission
//Verse 3 Next Apollo//
Me and jay gon beat your fucking ass
Like we rolling at the race track
Now you tell me how you'll face that
Blowup so bright that that shit gon made ur face flash
Now you tell me how you'll paste that
None of y'all could beat me
None of y'all could be me
You been thinking two d
I been thinking three d
Lets go make a fucking movement
Sike a revolution
We gon take you from illusion
Take all that delusion
Fuck your resolution
Fuck your devil union
Feast at the communion
( Next Apollo )
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