The Apollos - Helious (prod. The Programmer) lyrics

[Hook 1: Micah Haggerty] You ain't never heard a young boy go hard Didn't know I had the automatic weapon (uh-huh) Come close you gon' end up in a ghost yard Real quick hope your homies get to steppin' (okay) Your mama yellin' out run boy run far This the time that you all been dreadin' [Hook 2: Apex] I made a promise to my mama that imma be adding commas Man A dollar isn't nothing when your verse wreckin' [x4] [Verse 1: Micah Haggerty] You ain't never heard the young boy go hard Sonar Get to close I'll you with that post card Cut you at the neck Like Gillette With a broke guard Hit you with the tech Like a tech In the coast guard Everybody catching heat around me I'm a king Who you think you talking to I'm rhyming royalty I'm a p-r-e-d-a-t-o-r E-y-e b-a-double l-i-n-g Prey it's in my genes Welcome to the tirade of your mind state I'm straight Gunning like a chopper magazine that got primed late Jammed like a jar of jam up in that crawl space Bam, clack, bam onomatopoeia party Me and Apex rendezvous to the lab More like Freddy and Jason I'm chasing puppets with bats That's a marionette I'm psychopathic at best Don't compare me to nobody I'm honestly not impressed Handle my grammar with care a line of my managers share a random and tandem to scare a pair of unbearable Daredevils freshly dipped in radioactive material Lyrical, spiritual, miracle, really fear me tho We got it get it rocking a ship like Apollo Leave you in the dirt like a seed or a dog bone Drop you from the top like a bomb from the wrong drone Only competition I could ever have would be a clone [Hook 1: Micah Haggerty] You ain't never heard a young boy go hard Didn't know I had the automatic weapon (uh-huh) Come close you gon' end up in a ghost yard Real quick hope your homies get to steppin' (okay) Your mama yellin' out run boy run far This the time that you all been dreadin' [Hook 2: Apex] I made a promise to my mama that imma be adding commas Man A dollar isn't nothing when your verse wreckin' [Verse 2: Apex] You mother f**ers just invited Freddy Kruger To a slumber party by the way I'm sleeper holdin sound, huh And I guess the arsenal that I was bringing Wasn't provin how insane my posses is when you clown, huh And not to mention all the f*ggots in my mentions Talking crazy like they famous And they really repping town, huh Well if I see you on the street rambling You'll be gambling your life b**h Now it's goin down, huh? Mother f**er you do not want war I came up in the game with a top notch boy I been rappin and slappin these sissy f*ggots with madness Until my package is pa**in the f**in top 5 floors You can not pa** me lyrically, or sonically Musically I'm a bully and fully just honestly You ain't gotta like me, just honor me Well cause inside me more evil than Osama be Blaring that barely human sh** Lucrative loopin stupid sh** And logical reasons why theses rappers are fruity loopin, b**h And now I'm back with a master attacker, pastors are mad cause I'm bashin rappers And said i need to be cool with it Wrote this in my sleep was unconscious but conquered accidents Bars are so uncommon to be armed without the blackest skin It's like a moral code thats encrypted critics'll never get it Acidic in my rhythm when I spit it man I'm packing it [Hook 1: Micah Haggerty] You ain't never heard a young boy go hard Didn't know I had the automatic weapon (uh-huh) Come close you gon' end up in a ghost yard Real quick hope your homies get to steppin' (okay) Your mama yellin' out run boy run far This the time that you all been dreadin' [Hook 2: Apex] I made a promise to my mama that imma be adding commas Man A dollar isn't nothing when your verse wreckin' [x2]