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Yeah... Apex... Wassup... I'm frowned upon Like underage drinking I'm thinking bout All these jada pinketts That pick me cuz my flows is sickly The doctor can't even fix me but They wanna be in my will So that if I meet smith and Wesson steel They can steal whatever I got before I even get a deal Is it a curse that I'm so real Or is it a blessing in disguise? Fuck subliminal messages I'm clearer then acuvue in your eyes Acting like you reprised And you the number one prize It's only a matter of time Before I'm babe Ruth in his prime This is the house that apex built I made it from blood and silt Not mine of course, I took It from all these rappers I killed Off before they could do Damage to your brain cells My bars will open your mind And have you bumping Like the city of angels Got this maniacal bitch And I can't seem dodge her I won't let it bother me, my drive Harder than a dodge charger I'm like drew brees I'm getting larger figures And going farther TNG, heavenly niggas You can refer to me as your father They wording me as your god And I'm sorry, lord that's the truth No Paul Pierce, I'm Rondo Chasing green without leaving a suit But still I bleed blue and orange Giving ya the first round boot Fuck you bird ass niggas This NY pigeon is leaving the coop Truth...