Young Apollo - Gone lyrics

Intro: Verse 1: Young Apollo And I'm gone Just like my flow Huh Words from the voice box Make the mike smoke Dancing on the moon I'm on my night scope Long bitter nights Talking sh**ty I need a shot of scope Lighters on the dresser I got lighters on the dresser Right next to a bible and some cheddar I got 5 on it Master Jay Put a lighter on it Rocket without a green No seeds b**h I'm going in On a Philly Toking like my name is Willie High times Make a n***a act a little silly Drunk times Make a n***a act a little trippy I'm lying I just act a little missing But I'm closer to a higher power I left depression All in the shower I stepped out fresher Than Jesus out his momma Blessed Gold medallions My versions of my ancestors crest On the sweet tongue of liars I hear 'em whisper ya sh** I never sleep Because sleep is the cousin of d**h Taking rips out the mask To feel closer to myself Step back I can't get enough of myself Speaking to the heavens Feel like I'm wasting my breath Scared of 27 They said I'll see my d**h At this time in my life Time is all I got left Give it my all Until I see my last breath (Gasp) *FlatLine) Verse 2: Young Apollo I feel a Woo coming on cuzz I feel a Woo coming on I feel a Woo coming on cuzz WOO There it was Ugh I feel a Woo coming on cuzz I feel a Woo coming on cuzz WOO There it was Picture my mind state Universal living Spiritually gifted Seeing stars up in my visions Seeing red tape In the systems Seeing masks that should be hidden While seeing love that should be giving Im seeing this through my rebel gla**es Well thats Malcolm being Malcolm If you had to ask him And please don't ask him how black he is Cuzz his skin ain't darker than the average But if my ego is My downfall Then the parachute is made up out myself esteem Blowing O's that remind me of an olympic team As a hit of this I release the stress that They put on me But I always been atlas With a blow like Evander I seem to put them on they a**es With a blow like this Jay would start back trapping But I was never on that trap sh** But all I wanted Was more power to touch the ma**es Or enough To make a penthouse My jail cell But who am I It seems that only time will tell Who am I I guess I lived plenty lives And who am I I guess I died plenty times But please god I ain't mean to f** up this time And please god If you give another try I swear I'll make it up With my rhymes