Jonni Apollo, Stevie Stone - Close The Drapes Lyrics

Man back up wtf you want
I might just snap you dont know me dog
I can turn it up quicker than i can turn it off
Go ahead and test all my grades i bombed
I got an Angel with a halo walking with a bank roll
Give her the tingle i got her mingled in an angle
Give her the peace or the piece that could make it fatal
You dont want to see salt no condiments at the table
Streams World wide haters looking like a sad bunch
All munch sack of lunch wrap em shut Pack em up Wtf, idk, I gotta hunch, I'm gunning for my dreams until my eyes closed shut
Wtf you gonna tell a grown ass man
Im paying all my bills with a grown ass plan
Diversify the income why the fuck you mad
Get up off your lazy ass and go hustle for the bag
Shout to the to real ones who seen 100k
Runnin up the bill son it quickly gave its way
But im bouncing back and im making my own name
KISS FM you can hear my on the waves Im radio played
And I'm really bout getting the cash
The time will be tickin so fast
Im creating a lane they can't pass
My rhyming is tamed and in tact
Their trying to find the way he tried to lend a hand And now thats passed & i dont really give a damn its EMG CFAM!!

I said back up back up
Motha fucker makin me mental i got the metal
What you thinking im talking rock music bitch i got the mosh in the pit i got the mob and with the hits i got your mom and her tits
Im John with a big dick
Wtf she gonna say standing tall at 5'11 that I got a mother fucking little stick
Nah, I had her singing on that drip drip drop
Rick James with the titties lick this knob
Wtf you gonna do huh
Try to say Im crazy & Im runnin with the cops?
Wanna see my fuckin record Man Ill pull it all
I swear to God im not the one to push against a motherfucking wall
Im a ticking time bomb got the white smog five long got your face lookin like its pressed by a nylon
What your sign John, Ima Gemini double mind letting everybody roll up get your high on
Strike On, bygones are bygones
Say goodbye, gone
Good guy John is Gone
Im on the autobahn
Dippin out we out now
105 we south bound
321 a countdown
Im talkin bars we've cashed out
$4000 maxed out
Show wasnt even packed out
Where the fuck the bag now
Jonni got a plan i got some fans and i pray to God I'll never let my fam down