[Intro: Young Apollo]
(Harmonizing)
[Hook: Young Apollo]
What have I become
A cold mufucka
Cold cold cold cold mufucka
Tell me what you see
Cold mufucka
Cold cold cold cold mufucka
As a be
A cold mufucka
Cold cold cold cold mufucka
They don't love me no more
Cold mufucka's
Cold mufucka's
[Verse 1: Young Apollo]
The takes over
The breaks over nigga
Get off my dick
Get off of my blue holders
Check
Check
Check the technique
It seems
They don't practice what they preach
I came like Helen Keller to the game
But these lost eyes
Realized what remained
Rope to my chain
Kicks to my chair
Set us up to die
So there was never a game to share
But something changed then
A sad world
Fuck the sentimental's now
You can't change them
So you do it first
And now they mimic
And they said they made him
Tragic
If i ever fall from the sky
To plummet for death
That would be magic
Wicked tactics
But even god made demons
Like Michael
Homie no Jackson
What have I become
[Hook]
[Verse 2: Young Apollo]
Lets take a trip
Down memory lane
Take a rip
Lets start a smoke chain
Welcome to the pain
Welcome to the slain
Welcome my lost kids
Tell me are you sane
On the edge of the world homie
I remain
Before I took the steps
To tote my success
Nobody gave a fuck about me then
So I had to give a fun about myself
But what changed then
My mind caged in
Open to a world
Where light barley cracked in
Had a few sips
And then they notice
Smoked my days away
Till a nigga got focused
Now the telling me
That ain't the way to find hope
But nobody seem
To bother me
Before I had to cope
Now they want'a tell me
To seek medical attention
But get off my penis
Ya listening