[Intro: Mike Epps]
(*Apollo Landing Audio*)
Uh, ugh
That’ll make you angry as a motherfucker

[Verse]
They said it wouldn't be televised
You would think it ain't no revolution
You shine a light and n***as translucent
Type crazy no Cam Newton
These n***as ain't Panthers
These n***as in white hoods like Klan movements
We seein tap dancers
Keep seein crossovers these n***as ain't hooping
Glossed over n***a we see it no fly list n***as ain't tripping
In the cut like state troopers
Corpse flower late bloomer
N***as talking 'bout the old ways, okay boomer
Slime pulled up in a old school
Crooked letter crooked letter with the Vogue shoes I know he a straight shooter
Keep a beat like a pacemaker
Keep the heat we some peace makers go debate Buddha
Place holders out here claiming ruler, we going yard
Ferris Bueller got no regard for the new school, I'm so appalled
Don't come at me with the Fisher Prices or the tissue paper know it's gon dissolve
On the fringe I could never come in under par I'm over golf
Got it out the mud with four strokes like it's Motocross
N***as gotta learn a hold a loss
These days I know a broken sauce when I see one
Don't dip your bread
6' 5" don't hit your head
Like a series finale I'm going off
Who paid y'all? Couldn't buy me
N***as hyenas, this shit is an elephant graveyard
Got em knock-kneed, n***a not me!
Fuck is you talking about lost sleep?
Fuck what a n***a who don't rap got to tell me you n***as is lost sheep
These n***as is off xans I give them more bars we'll need an autopsy
You need it in bulk I'm Costco
Got it jumpin these n***as is not flea
Fuck is you talkin bout top three?
They try to tell me it's not yours
A bodega the way that I chop cheese
Secondhand n***as can't clock me
The shit that I'm talking it's hours, no 15 minutes could ever just stop me
Know where I'm getting my power truthfully don't really deal in the probablys
Just Godspeed my n***a
[Outro]
What? N***as claiming King? Bet
N***as popping fly shit? What? I ain't see no wings yet
Shit all I see is dreams, bet