Apollo 11

By Troyman

On Insomniac

Released on March 20, 2020

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[Intro]

4, 3

Yeah

2, 1

I got it

0

Safe to say we out here, huh

Jacko


[Verse 1]

Elevation got 'em hella hating (Hater)

Super salty, they don't sell enough, sell it like they celebrating

Uhh, none of them could touch us (None)

Need to touch up

Niggas talk tough

Shut the fuck up

Boy, are you your daddy's son? (Daddy)

All of her bikini bottom while you on a Crabby Patty run (Zoom)

She is getting active

You a dumb in a bucket, I'm a star like I'm Patrick (Dummy)

Going through the matrix (Ooh)

Pop a red pill, searching for the troop, fuck the fake shit (Keep it a hundred)

I'm that nigga Neo (A hero)

No Keanu Reeves, with the bobbin' weed, you should reload, uhh

I'm the one that want trouble (Yeah)

All these niggas look and sound the same, killing all the stunt doubles

God said that it's his turn

In the kitchen, we done cut the wish and 'bout to make the fish burn

'Bout to talk my shit

Going light switch, no light shit, who go off like this? (Me)

And I've been on ten (Yeah), monster's just a youngin' (Whoo)

Nigga, sit back and watch

Out here in one punch, man, I'm too animated (Unreal)

I've been on my level, you don't look calibrated (A done deal)

Come at you like a spider monkey, go Taladega

Go bananas for the bread (Yeah)

Ape shit on the web

No dillema

Do I look like a beginner? (Fuck no)

I'm a sinner

But a winner

Chicken dinner

Pop his eyes like it's motherfucking tennis (Let's get it)

In a minute all your men'll be deminished

Said it, then I'm in it, out of here (Lift off)

Yeah, uh, don't forget I'm the shit

Got these other niggas (Pissed off)

Yeesh, uh, they ain't worthy

Do em dirty

They say stop, watch em (Get off)

Uh, look at my eyes

Too much drive

Man, it's time to turn the (Lift off)


[Interlude]

6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1, 0

Let's go


[Verse 2]

My nigga, I've been telling the haters 'Please, push me'

I'm hanging in deep pussy, uhh (Whoo)

These niggas be claiming they strong but they seem mushy, yuh

Tell em 'You ain't got a lot of kickin'

Got a lot of bitches, you just do a lot of bitchin'

Huge difference (Huge difference)

Too old for that fuckboy shit (Too old)

Kick that to the curve

Flip that with a bird

When you come over don't touch my shit (Bitch)

Give a nigga 'said word'

Don't forget that we're too legit to quit, dawg

I can tell you lit though

The way we manouver through manouvers

We the shit, dawg

I mean, royal flushing, then I ritz off

Better play your cards right or they be taking your prince, dawg

For heaven's sake we giving them hell

They stayed a boss till they killed me but they live in a jail

Now, can't you tell?

We bout to rain on your parade like the clouds are here

Made my mama proud right here

Safe to say we outta here