[Verse 1: Geo]
Motherf**ers love saying that I'm an elitist
I don't go and f** the one that's nearest
Yet, I do sound quite conceited
But, this pedistool got your damn b**h seated
I'd rather get called an apex predator
I go for the best competitor
Best call me the hoe embezzler
The correct inheritor
I make songs for people who read the Wall Street Journal
Walk outside and make cash, snortin' blow 'cause they're still vernal
Disobey everybody, even the colonel
And march off with an M16, nocturnal
They snort and cut due to enjoyment, not addiction
Livin' in a world without the fear of eviction
Without the fear of restrictions
Success seems to be their only prediction
Pulled King Arthur's sword, but the gun is better
I can end lives writing a god damn letter
Apex Geo is the one set as a pace setter
Other rappers sound like they come out of a shop that makes sweaters
Now, as I said before, get your b**h in my seat
While my standards, my instagram b**hes, try to meet
'Cause they caught me in the presidential suite
They're still asking me for a bit of a treat
Yet, I still threw her onto the street
I'm basically sayin' her spray tan stained my sheets
"I'm so sore," the next day they tweet
"I'm guessin' that's cause of the apex," that's still sweet
God sh** so I'm on that rockin' all God Level
Bad b**h, I don't let her wear prada, 'cause that sh**'s for the devil
These motherf**ing leeches better find a new vessel
'Cause they can't keep going on this true new special
[Verse 2: Vicious 5150]
Nobody takin' my status away
Previous attempted contenders who've tried have pa**ed away
Left 'em in a savage state
Minuscule to the point they only took up half the plate
Still after that I made some ma**ive waste
Rockin' a piss and I'm ploppin' a sh**, all over the place
You could say this is my dumping ground for describing this space
For every single tortured soul, I had to retrieve from the body
The bag of flesh and bones is merely garbage and it's rotting
What I was wanting was their essence
To lay to waste forever with no chance of resurrection
Only d**h and punishment for my demise attempted
No single bit of peace will ever be felt when they are resting
To be accepted with a lack of choice in the matter
Why the f** would anybody be stupid enough to go against me thinkin' that they would have a
Shot at a victory up over me
They couldn't if they bent over backwards like victims of a Texas cloverleaf
[Verse 3: Efsee]
Sometimes I think about it but, I don't speak out
I don't freak out
I got it under control
Although, this bottle makes me wanna blow
My mind is out of its place
It is on f**ing rage, uh
I turned on fire and it was just a nightmare
I'm heading to the f**ing nowhere, to the goddamn nowhere
Millions of ideas coming at the same time
I'm about to make a f**ing story with this god damn rhyme
Don't misunderstand this sh**
My purpose is different
I don't wanna show the world, the way i feel, the way i think
I'd rather wanna tell a story
So you can feel like me, in the glory
Ave maria, is this heaven?
Where i am, or where I'm headin'?
I've been lost since the beginning
I've been faded since I remember
Don't ask sh** cause I won't answer
Don't talk you awake my anger
Don't f** with me or you're in danger
Simple as that, gotta look at this a**, can be aggravated at any time
Oh, what a way to start over the year, with 19 years in my mind the time is flowing
And I think I'm rowing, against the water fall, faster than Michael Phelps
Keeping my soul safe, but my body in danger
Can't hold the anger
I think I'm crazy
I'm going insane, inside of my brain
Deeper than THC
I can't even spell the ABC
Whats going on man, whats wrong with me?
That sh** was good, bro
I'm losing my mind, I'm losing my soul
I'm fading away I'm starting to leave
This reality, can't go back to normality
In this eternal state, you don't need that bullsh** called faith
You got your rhymes and the other sh** is up to you, mate