[Intro: Apollo]
Okay, yeah, okay, yeah, okay

[Verse 1: Apollo]
You the type to have kids just to prove that you been fucking
I done dogged so many hoes, I can't be seen with one in public
You must've had dreams of being broke
At least your dreams came true, you turned nothing into nothing, yeah
Made this beat myself just so I ain't have to clear it
I make more in ten months than I ever did engineering
I get paid at local shows just to make an appearance
So when I'm 90 fucking hoes, I'll have too much experience, listen
I had a vision and a mission
Refrained from doing drugs as a youngin but I still got into mischief
Thrill of robbing people and fucking these rappers' bitches
Never thought of it as wrong, it was just a business decision (For real)

[Interlude: Packy]
Well damn, okay, okay

[Verse 2: Packy]
Mirror, mirror, tell me who seein' me in the city
It's only one, I took him and put him on the label with me
I'm playin' chess, we up now and we up next
I'm setting people up, you people is upset
What's left? I don't know, I'm alright
I would say you all bark if you didn't all bite
I would call this shit a dogfight if we were dogs but we not
If I ever fall off, bet I fall to the top
When I'm in the booth, make a call to the cops
It's murder on the beat, 'Pollo made the beat knock though
Me, I'm all about my raps like Toronto
I waited patient, then I got it pronto, yeah