Construction

By Apollo Reeves

Released on October 28, 2020

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Ok

Currently I'm broken, fuck

My other half is stuck in the rain

Yeah she stuck in the rain

Cuz' I won't open up

This rap shit is all that I know

So fuck a nine to five

I'm 'bouta cock a nine in a [?]

Imma need all that shit

Plastic and pennies falling and shit

I gotta do what I gotta do

To get this paper and paperwork

But I ain't spittin shit on your project

Until you pay me first

Fat, 'bouta bust through them creases

Wearing that baby shirt

Nigga softer than baby shit

Talking that concrete

I just, almost lost myself

Hope you remind me

Apollo Reeves

Holdin' like three clips for your knees, bitch

"Bang bang" now you just feetless

Twenty-two undefeated

Send me more pigs of slaughter

I'll blow you rappers to piecеs

I learned this shit from my roots

I wasn't equally trеated

I send a shot from my beacon

And I need distress help

These motherfuckas sour

They prolly drinking their breastmilk

The motherfuckin' dollar

Can turn a nine into a chopper

Talking Mac and a Whopper

Shrimp lobster and pasta

Imma have to go to Gotham

And start robbin' with Robin

Grab a bag I need the cash and a mask

You got a family

I got a family

I need this shit bad

I told my brother to fix his roof

It's fucking disgusting

He got a hammer

But he don't do construction

Instead of fixing and closing

That nigga busting shit open

He gotta sleep with a melatonin

Ok, running through the kitchen cabinets

Tryna' grab it

I told Alice to show her face again

I'll skin her fucking rabbit

But Alice wasn't Alice

She let us sleep in her palace

Her brain was kinda' buzzy

Her thoughts: sharp as a cactus

The moral of the story

Her people, hurt people

I thought that I was her people

I thought that I knew people

I need me some new people

That thought popped up my head

Or really should just call her

'Cause really, I still got love for her

This shit cut me deep

Like paper cut on a juggler

Anything that's hidden will

Uncover and bubble up

I knew the code-