[Intro]
Ayo we bouncing or what?
Cause I'm ready
Let's do this
Alright, alright, alright, alright, alright, alright, alright, alright, alright! Alright!
[Verse 1]
I'm the S-H to the I-T, no doubt
Like I just told the Geek Squad to shut they mouth (shut up!)
My mixtape is the Best Buy you'll ever make, make no mistake
Rewrite the script and give em all a better take
Straight out of the the gate, I'm charged up! (up) Antonio
Nothing but the truth, listen to my testimonio
You ain't got the proof to tell me that you are better son
Double murder, Ima body you and the skeleton
Cross over different flows, handle it like Kyrie
Championship on my mind, kinda like Tyree
Crazy I could be like Cole and let the flows retire me
What do I gotta do to get the trappers to admire me?
Get up on a fire beat, come up with a catchy hook?
Make the front page, but I'd rather be on another book
Vibrate the bass with my lyrics and now I got em shook
You took me for granted? Here's my counter have a look
Access granted, Apollo just landed
The once meek geek is ready to speak, wreak havoc on the weak
Til he makes it to the peak, peak at your boys technique
The mortal just went Greek, and now he's fucking like a freak every week
I won't expand it
Gave em what they demanded, Apollo just landed
But if I'm reaching for the stars then I gotta plan it
And once I reach Olympus, I will never be supplanted
Uh, I think I'm better going full speed
Smoke you out for listening to that fool's weed
It's loud ain't it? No other way to paint it
This shit to me is art, so Ima show it proud, damn it!
I just landed, you already know who it is
Ima take off, come back and it won't be to forgive
Dark intentions only lead you till the lights get low
I'm a G, so when I get it you gon watch me glow
So peep my flows, for now so you can tell em where you heard it first
A fan for every verse is just enough to make me work
Rehearse in front of the mirror that's where I feel immersed
But passion ain't the only thing you need to get the purse
Oh man, don't you think I know that shit?
The diplomat that spits the heat without a thermostat shit?
Get armed up, my verses like semiautomatics
You gon need a better gun before things get tragic
I'm in the backcourt of my city like Tragic
Tryna make it to the front so I can post up on the Magic
Of living back in my city in a luxury condo
Every morning in Miami, call me Alonzo
I'm up now, get out of your pajamas kick off with a verse and I'll return with six more, Alabama
Awwww burn! But that ain't new son
Flow always heavy, but now I'm bringing the new tons
Mixed with dashes of Carolina and Compton
Maryland to Toronto, what do they have in common?
Atlanta, Detroit, Brooklyn, and Chicago
MCs who lead my dreams, so Ima follow
I ball like Afflalo, not A-A ron
More like an A-R, are you ready to take on
The baby faced assassin, I'm scoring out of your range
Tryna make it to the top and tell my niggas we ain't changed
Yeah nigga we ain't changed!
I'm ready to strike if you don't stay out of my lane
Wrecking ball coming, and nobody's getting spared
The fire's coming soon, man this is only the flare!
(Oh man) I'm so sick with it
Find something that you love and just stick with it
I bought a mic and recorded the tape inside a closet
Apollo out, drop it on the world like a comet
(Not again) Woo!
[Outro]
Lemme hear that back
That one felt good
