[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