[Hook 1: Micah Haggerty]
You ain't never heard a young boy go hard
Didn't know I had the automatic weapon (uh-huh)
Come close you gon' end up in a ghost yard
Real quick hope your homies get to steppin' (okay)
Your mama yellin' out run boy run far
This the time that you all been dreadin'
[Hook 2: Apex]
I made a promise to my mama that imma be adding commas
Man A dollar isn't nothing when your verse wreckin'
[x4]
[Verse 1: Micah Haggerty]
You ain't never heard the young boy go hard
Sonar
Get to close I'll you with that post card
Cut you at the neck
Like Gillette
With a broke guard
Hit you with the tech
Like a tech
In the coast guard
Everybody catching heat around me I'm a king
Who you think you talking to I'm rhyming royalty
I'm a p-r-e-d-a-t-o-r
E-y-e b-a-double l-i-n-g
Prey it's in my genes
Welcome to the tirade of your mind state
I'm straight
Gunning like a chopper magazine that got primed late
Jammed like a jar of jam up in that crawl space
Bam, clack, bam onomatopoeia party
Me and Apex rendezvous to the lab
More like Freddy and Jason I'm chasing puppets with bats
That's a marionette
I'm psychopathic at best
Don't compare me to nobody I'm honestly not impressed
Handle my grammar with care a line of my managers share a random and tandem to scare a pair of unbearable
Dare devils freshly dipped in radioactive material
Lyrical, spiritual, miracle, really fear me tho
We got it get it rocking a ship like Apollo
Leave you in the dirt like a seed or a dog bone
Drop you from the top like a bomb from the wrong drone
Only competition I could ever have would be a clone
[Hook 1: Micah Haggerty]
You ain't never heard a young boy go hard
Didn't know I had the automatic weapon (uh-huh)
Come close you gon' end up in a ghost yard
Real quick hope your homies get to steppin' (okay)
Your mama yellin' out run boy run far
This the time that you all been dreadin'
[Hook 2: Apex]
I made a promise to my mama that imma be adding commas
Man A dollar isn't nothing when your verse wreckin'
[Verse 2: Apex]
You mother fuckers just invited Freddy Kruger
To a slumber party by the way I'm sleeper holdin sound, huh
And I guess the arsenal that I was bringing
Wasn't provin how insane my posses is when you clown, huh
And not to mention all the faggots in my mentions
Talking crazy like they famous
And they really repping town, huh
Well if I see you on the street rambling
You'll be gambling your life bitch
Now it's goin down, huh?
Mother fucker you do not want war
I came up in the game with a top notch boy
I been rappin and slappin these sissy faggots with madness
Until my package is passin the fuckin top 5 floors
You can not pass me lyrically, or sonically
Musically I'm a bully and fully just honestly
You ain't gotta like me, just honor me
Well cause inside me more evil than Osama be
Blaring that barely human shit
Lucrative loopin stupid shit
And logical reasons why theses rappers are fruity loopin, bitch
And now I’m back with a master attacker, pastors are mad cause I’m bashin rappers
And said i need to be cool with it
Wrote this in my sleep was unconscious but conquered accidents
Bars are so uncommon to be armed without the blackest skin
It's like a moral code thats encrypted critics’ll never get it
Acidic in my rhythm when I spit it man I’m packing it
[Hook 1: Micah Haggerty]
You ain't never heard a young boy go hard
Didn't know I had the automatic weapon (uh-huh)
Come close you gon' end up in a ghost yard
Real quick hope your homies get to steppin' (okay)
Your mama yellin' out run boy run far
This the time that you all been dreadin'
[Hook 2: Apex]
I made a promise to my mama that imma be adding commas
Man A dollar isn't nothing when your verse wreckin'