Apocalypse Now Lyrics

Watch me build bars like a bando

Ain't running out of ammo

If we deuling

Then I'm going down commando

Came from the places that you can't go

Praying with my hands closed

Gutter in the trenches

Flowers can't grow

Got an and one

Now he can't throw

Bullets ate his ankles

Tears from his momma got her lips soaked

Spent my money on pistols

So I don't get smoked

Bought me some time

So I skip low

Gotta cut em' off if they VSCO

Leave em' on skid row

Give em' withdrawals

While yo' wrist glow

Lookin' Sean Jean with the drip hoes

Got me on big smoke

Let her on top

Got her hips closed

Lebanese thongs

Braided crip rows

Never let a bitch close

Said she gon' fuck me from the get go

Homies turn snakes

So my clique froze

Nigga off sight, all night

Damn right I don't miss those

Said he gon' kill me he a bitch though

Never land a hit, slow -

Motion lean back

He can get blowed

Rappers wanna test me

They will get scoped

Hittin' like some mid smoke

Worst to best, nigga that's a big slope

Might send my niggas up in his home

Bullet to the hip bone

They talk shit

Til' they get chromed

Heard he on top, he can get thrown

Crown is on this dome

Couldn't beat me out

You will get domed

A verbal assassin

I surely hope that your seat belt is fastened

I'm spitting, I'm spazzin'

Your bitch said she loves me, I told her "fantastic"

I will be a classic

If you have any doubts just watch me go past it

Don't pass less you ash it

My yeezys is white and I'm fresh out of habit

When I spit I go spastic

They mosh in the pit, yeah they getting erratic

Bitch, I'm buzzin' like static

They think that it's magic they followed the rabbit

These niggas don't have it

The heart or the soul, nor the gut or the passion

Phone buttons stay mashin'

I'm hitting with combos, extendos gon' have him

I just had a thought

Oh yeah

I just had an epiphany

This why they digging me

Try to fill me with doubt

It's so that they can limit me

Try to steal my identity

They playing some games

When they makin' amenities

So I don't give em' energy

They just want my talent

They want my amenities

Oh yeah, running out the back door

Crash course

We gon' push back Coors

Crash course

Sippin' on the back porch

Last pour

Oh yeah

I'm a bad sort, black force

Got some Jack stored

Mad horse

We gon' go past yours

Ask Shorb

Oh yeah

I got these niggas in feelings

Don't want what they dealing

I pity him

City won't feel him

Show em' some bands

He gon' steal em

Gurney gon wheel him

Banana clip probably gon peel him

My niggas gon' eat

I'm gon' meal em'

Gucci belt healing

Appreciate then we gon' deal em'

Kitty gon' purr

Got her kneeling

She suck like a villain

Takin' my bait she got reeled in

Q, he a dick

That's the real him

Said to get queued in

Told em' get fucked so they feuding

Nigga, no I am no human

Terrestrials fuming

Want me

Need weapons with blueprints

There isn't room so don't scoot in

Scammers still spooking

I just bought Jay's

With your new pin

I got some drugs of your choosing

Niggas losing

Piggies lost count

I am boosting

Begged for an end to the shooting

Burning and looting

But nigga

The Devil's intruding

Skies have gone dark

They are brooding

Endgame is screwed in

Apocalypse now, we rebooting

At our own funeral

Suited, barley alluded

The casket 8 billion deep, uh, read em' and weep, uh

It's keeping me up, I barely can sleep

Bombs are bombarding

Excuses, too much excuses

Like how many times

We go through this

Asking God how could you do this

Why we so foolish

Warmongers

Will ever act bullish

It really can start to cut deep

The blacker the sheep

It feels like

The harder to reach

Nigga, I try not to preach

I try just to teach

But sermons

Come out when I speak

Oh yeah

Oh yeah, oh yeah

Oh yeah

Oh yeah, oh yeah