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 
Fuck 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 
Fuck 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 fuck 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