APT 101 Lyrics

Ok

Road to the promised land

Ode to my Momma's Benz

I've smoked through a lot of stress

Foes tried to block me in

Time showed me how not to quit

Coping with trauma still

Y'all don't know just how far he is

Code to the gate

For my homies that's running late

We supposed to lift each other

But limbs wither with hate

Foo barely extend a hand he expecting to get some pay

Respect is earned not demanded

And Rome weren't built in a day

My only commander is me

All X factors are out the game

Alexander I'm feeling great

My new frames they a lighter tint

They expecting another album

I'll need more than five percent

Since, I left them with Ultra Violet

They quiet about me since

Boy I can burn your whole library down on a double disc

Fuck iTunes and the cloud when my sounds by the ISS

I've charted numbers in countries I can't pronounce off this Distrokid

Wait 'til I vacate by Swiss Alps counting millions

Players in houses with one room and a shifty bed

Breaking bread by ounces

Whatever to try to get ahead

Sunrise in the East

My blood fighting for Peace

Just needing a small percentage to maintain

Plant the seeds

Was waiting until the day that them seeds bear a fruit that's sweet

But that day is now upon us

Grab your fork it's time to eat

See, the game been running deep

And our Victory on repeat

Now everyone 'round me running laps for what they believe, look

Racked up some confidence

Racks looking light in my closet

Rags on my Godliness

Bagged me a couple of tens

Smashed them and called it quits

Laughed when they called me a monster

Stabbed in the heart, I lived

Passion flow out of me constant

Stagnance, that make me itch

I thought that dropping with MyGuyMars was gonna make me rich, (no diss)

I thought that working with my idols meant I made it big, (it did)

I thought once I dropped this on y'all I'd probably've paid my rent

Still short a couple of dollars

Garage delayed my whip

Probably in need of a charger my shit like 8%

Still picking up pieces of glass where I've been laying my head

Still trying to piece a family portrait that's gonna make me grin

Till then I'm forced to live in solace

Told to hone the bottom

In life you got to pick your poison chose to pick y'all often

Ruggo really product of scripture

Y'all can keep the profit

'Cause I'm still one for one with shots I've launched from this apartment

Keep it solid