(Sonnyjim)
Lucky you you might catch me on the fly
Dippin in the whip with the apple of my eye
In the car like Hasslehoff knock it out the box flip a pack move a piece Gary Kasparov
Hats off we did it right this shit hitting like a riddick right get ur boy starched
I hit the joint hard pass it like a point guard gold ballpoint in the Goyard
Back the Armagnac my driver ridin on a ban Frankie Lymon freestyling in the van
I shut the show down I drop a record like fuck a rollout light the bud then I rollout
Chris Bridges underground king big pimpin
You just lip synching out of character out in Canada rollin pukka the roadrunner reppin in the clash like Joe Strummer
Stone cold stunna Mr Steve Austin calm down ur all mouth man are beatboxing
Buck got the beat knockin I’m in the m3 flossin
CID watchin
Pure purevian bumping Brand Nubian I light the Cuban hold my drink like Julian
So tell me whats a king without a crown
Two Brandys in my hand one to sip & one to down
(Lord Apex)
TBH it ain't as bad as it looks I still mix a little hash with the kush
Got em hooked I was never one to brag with the looks
Real life you might see me with a bag full of books
Reading knowledge that I can't over look I like my songs half raw I can't do over cooked
Don't compete not a friend overtook I'm tryna get us all shows until the gang overbooked
Chasing dreams while the rest of em shook
This is abstract I told em switch the sound for the hook
He's down bad played himself like a crook
Acting fishy caught himself in a hook
He felt weird so he switched up his look
That's what you get for playing shit by the book
Mad trauma on some deep rooted shit we take the garms then we car-boot this shit sharply harpoon the click
Wipe ya shoes on the doormat pray where the floor at stay where the raw at
A whole new format that you can smoke gas too that you can count cash too that feel good music
They love apex I'm always coming with that new shit on the fuck the rules shit breaking down a draw shit
Razor wit the saw tip tryna think of more shit
Contain me amore shit corse wit the horses
Siuncere wit the breakdowns feds with the take downs stress seems to make frowns hate love to stay round
Lucky you you might catch me on the fly
Dippin in the whip with the apple of my eye
In the car like Hasslehoff knock it out the box flip a pack move a piece Gary Kasparov
Hats off we did it right this shit hitting like a riddick right get ur boy starched
I hit the joint hard pass it like a point guard gold ballpoint in the Goyard
Back the Armagnac my driver ridin on a ban Frankie Lymon freestyling in the van
I shut the show down I drop a record like fuck a rollout light the bud then I rollout
Chris Bridges underground king big pimpin
You just lip synching out of character out in Canada rollin pukka the roadrunner reppin in the clash like Joe Strummer
Stone cold stunna Mr Steve Austin calm down ur all mouth man are beatboxing
Buck got the beat knockin I’m in the m3 flossin
CID watchin
Pure purevian bumping Brand Nubian I light the Cuban hold my drink like Julian
So tell me whats a king without a crown
Two Brandys in my hand one to sip & one to down
(Lord Apex)
TBH it ain't as bad as it looks I still mix a little hash with the kush
Got em hooked I was never one to brag with the looks
Real life you might see me with a bag full of books
Reading knowledge that I can't over look I like my songs half raw I can't do over cooked
Don't compete not a friend overtook I'm tryna get us all shows until the gang overbooked
Chasing dreams while the rest of em shook
This is abstract I told em switch the sound for the hook
He's down bad played himself like a crook
Acting fishy caught himself in a hook
He felt weird so he switched up his look
That's what you get for playing shit by the book
Mad trauma on some deep rooted shit we take the garms then we car-boot this shit sharply harpoon the click
Wipe ya shoes on the doormat pray where the floor at stay where the raw at
A whole new format that you can smoke gas too that you can count cash too that feel good music
They love apex I'm always coming with that new shit on the fuck the rules shit breaking down a draw shit
Razor wit the saw tip tryna think of more shit
Contain me amore shit corse wit the horses
Siuncere wit the breakdowns feds with the take downs stress seems to make frowns hate love to stay round
( SONNYJIM )
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