ARMAGEDDON (Room Service) - A.P.A lyrics

[Hook: ARMAGEDDON] Uh Most important Three things I got going A-P-A Like the GTA Apple, paper, air Yea, that sh**s okay Woah Apple, paper, air Woahh [Verse 1: ARMAGEDDON] Apple, metaphor for the fruit of my labor You a**hole Putting in that work all night though Blood and sweat like A suicide bomber I might blow I been getting money I been getting paper You been looking funny You been thinking we care We don't give a f** Didn't notice you here Worthless, unlike this air All the air I breathe All the air I own Motherf**ers should pay me I'm the Heir to the throne Rap king, rap monarch Spit flames, make the fire start And light sparks Future bright Like the night stars Prodigal son till the sh** burns Cus the sh** hurts Apple, paper, air Not a single care Stop giving me the wet works Stop following me on social networks Leave me alone, blocked Like cinder This ain't tinder This ain't hot or not You think we match I think not I know yore horny Stop [Hook: ARMAGEDDON] Uh Most important Three things I got going A-P-A Like the GTA Apple, paper, air Yea, that sh**s okay Woah Apple, paper, air Woahh