Q Presents: - Apocalypse Now Lyrics

Watch me build bars like a bando
Ain't running out of ammo
If we duelin'
Then I'm going down commando
Came from the places that you can't go
Praying with my hands closed
Gutter in the trenches
Flowers can't grow
Got an and one
Now he can't throw
Bullets ate his ankles
Tears from his momma got her lip soaked
Spent my money on pistols
So I don't get smoked
Bought me some time
So I skip low
Gotta cut em' off if they VSCO
Leave em' on skid row
Give em' withdrawals
While yo' wrist glow
Lookin' Sean Jean with the drip hoes
Got me on big smoke
Let her on top
Got her hips closed
Lebanese thongs
Braided crip rows
Never let a bitch close
Told me she gon' fuck me from the get go
Niggas turn snakes
So my clique froze
Nigga off sight, all night
Damn right I don't miss those
Said he gon' kill me he a bitch though
Never land a hit, slow-motion lean back
He can get blowed
Rappers wanna test me
They will get scoped
Hittin' like some mid smoke
Worst to best, nigga that's a big slope
Might send my niggas up in his home
Bullet to the hip bone
They talk shit
Til' they get chromed
Heard he on top, he can get thrown
Crown is on this dome
Couldn't beat me out
You will get domed
A verbal assassin
I surely hope that your seat belt is fastened
I'm spitting, I'm spazzin'
Your bitch said she loves me, I told her "fantastic"
I will be a classic
If you have any doubts just watch me go past it
Don't pass less you ash it
My Yeezy's is white and I'm fresh out of habit
When I spit I go spastic
They mosh in the pit, yeah they getting erratic
Bitch, I'm buzzin' like Static
They think that it's magic they followed the rabbit
These niggas don't have it
The heart or the soul, nor the gut or the passion
Phone buttons stay mashin'
I'm hittin' with combos, extendos gon' have him
I just had a thought
Oh yeah
I just had an epiphany
This why they digging me
Try to fill me with doubt
It's so that they can limit me
Try to steal my identity
They playing some games
When they makin' amenities
So I don't give em' energy
They just want my talent
They want my amenities
Oh yeah
Running out the back door
Cracked floors
We gon' push back Coors
Crash course
Sippin' on the back porch
Last pour
Oh yeah
I'm a bad sort, black force
Got some Jack stored
Mad horse
We gon' go past yours
Ask Shorb
Oh yeah
I got these niggas in feelings
Don't want what they dealing
I pity him
City won't feel him
Show em' some bands
He gon' steal em
Gurney gon' wheel him
Banana clip probably gon' peel him
My niggas gon' eat
I'm gon' meal em'
Gucci belt healing
Appreciate then we gon' deal em'
Kitty gon' purr
Got her kneeling
She suck like a villain
Takin' my bait she got reeled in
Q, he a dick
That's the real him
Said to get queued in
Told em' get fucked so they feuding
Nigga, no, I am no human
Terrestrials fuming
Want me
Need weapons with blueprints
There isn't room so don't scoot in
Scammers still spooking
I just bought Jay's
With your new pin
I got some drugs of your choosing
Niggas is losing
Piggies lost count
I am boosting
Begged for an end to the shooting
Burning and looting
But nigga
The Devil's intruding
Skies have gone dark
They are brooding
Endgame is screwed in
Apocalypse now, we rebooting
At our own funeral
Suited, barley alluded
The casket 8 billion deep, uh, read em' and weep, uh
It's keeping me up, I barely can sleep
Bombs are bombarding
Excuses, too much excuses
Like how many times
We go through this
Asking God how could you do this
Why we so foolish
Warmongers
Will ever act bullish
It really can start to cut deep
The blacker the sheep
It feels like
The harder to reach
Nigga, I try not to preach
I try just to teach
But sermons
Come out when I speak
Oh yeah
Oh yeah, oh yeah
Oh yeah
Oh yeah, oh yeah

Watch me build bars like a bando
Ain't running out of ammo
If we duelin'
Then I'm going down commando
Came from the places that you can't go
Praying with my hands closed
Gutter in the trenches
Flowers can't grow
Got an and one
Now he can't throw
Bullets ate his ankles
Tears from his momma got her lip soaked
Spent my money on pistols
So I don't get smoked
Bought me some time
So I skip low
Gotta cut em' off if they VSCO
Leave em' on skid row
Give em' withdrawals
While yo' wrist glow
Lookin' Sean Jean with the drip hoes
Got me on big smoke
Let her on top
Got her hips closed
Lebanese thongs
Braided crip rows
Never let a bitch close
Told me she gon' fuck me from the get go
Niggas turn snakes
So my clique froze
Nigga off sight, all night
Damn right I don't miss those
Said he gon' kill me he a bitch though
Never land a hit, slow-motion lean back
He can get blowed
Rappers wanna test me
They will get scoped
Hittin' like some mid smoke
Worst to best, nigga that's a big slope
Might send my niggas up in his home
Bullet to the hip bone
They talk shit
Til' they get chromed
Heard he on top, he can get thrown
Crown is on this dome
Couldn't beat me out
You will get domed
A verbal assassin
I surely hope that your seat belt is fastened
I'm spitting, I'm spazzin'
Your bitch said she loves me, I told her "fantastic"
I will be a classic
If you have any doubts just watch me go past it
Don't pass less you ash it
My Yeezy's is white and I'm fresh out of habit
When I spit I go spastic
They mosh in the pit, yeah they getting erratic
Bitch, I'm buzzin' like Static
They think that it's magic they followed the rabbit
These niggas don't have it
The heart or the soul, nor the gut or the passion
Phone buttons stay mashin'
I'm hittin' with combos, extendos gon' have him
I just had a thought
Oh yeah
I just had an epiphany
This why they digging me
Try to fill me with doubt
It's so that they can limit me
Try to steal my identity
They playing some games
When they makin' amenities
So I don't give em' energy
They just want my talent
They want my amenities
Oh yeah
Running out the back door
Cracked floors
We gon' push back Coors
Crash course
Sippin' on the back porch
Last pour
Oh yeah
I'm a bad sort, black force
Got some Jack stored
Mad horse
We gon' go past yours
Ask Shorb
Oh yeah
I got these niggas in feelings
Don't want what they dealing
I pity him
City won't feel him
Show em' some bands
He gon' steal em
Gurney gon' wheel him
Banana clip probably gon' peel him
My niggas gon' eat
I'm gon' meal em'
Gucci belt healing
Appreciate then we gon' deal em'
Kitty gon' purr
Got her kneeling
She suck like a villain
Takin' my bait she got reeled in
Q, he a dick
That's the real him
Said to get queued in
Told em' get fucked so they feuding
Nigga, no, I am no human
Terrestrials fuming
Want me
Need weapons with blueprints
There isn't room so don't scoot in
Scammers still spooking
I just bought Jay's
With your new pin
I got some drugs of your choosing
Niggas is losing
Piggies lost count
I am boosting
Begged for an end to the shooting
Burning and looting
But nigga
The Devil's intruding
Skies have gone dark
They are brooding
Endgame is screwed in
Apocalypse now, we rebooting
At our own funeral
Suited, barley alluded
The casket 8 billion deep, uh, read em' and weep, uh
It's keeping me up, I barely can sleep
Bombs are bombarding
Excuses, too much excuses
Like how many times
We go through this
Asking God how could you do this
Why we so foolish
Warmongers
Will ever act bullish
It really can start to cut deep
The blacker the sheep
It feels like
The harder to reach
Nigga, I try not to preach
I try just to teach
But sermons
Come out when I speak
Oh yeah
Oh yeah, oh yeah
Oh yeah
Oh yeah, oh yeah