West Hook - Apocalypse Lyrics

Running with that draco boy you know you ain't no shooter
Talking bout the game oh yeah this rap beef I'm a tutor
Corporal punishment boy don't you make me pick my tool up
I'll make a scene they'll have to tape you down with my own ruler
Double homicide yeah that's my logic with the pen
Boy you know i'll show you love but on the beat don't come again
Anytime I get this sign I know it's really on the surface
But I can't help but let my ego flex out when I'm nervous
I'm down at the churches
Standing where the hearst is
With the welcome sign for any freshmen who still thought that they would flourish
I be working sales so I could put you where that shirt is
Right up on the front you thanking me for your first purchase
I might take your bars and try you for the case
Yeah I stay forgiving but I make sure for my dream I got a place
By any means what that mean
You ain't running on my team
Why you looking in my lane
You gon crash while I ride clean
I be straight cuffed yeah you a summer fling
I be rolling three deep with the same king
West on the hook so you know I gotta sing
Making beats in the back of the class with a sting
Yeah beat to death I bet this song called dated
But I made it
So I don't really care as long as you ain't call me faded
I be in the valley 480
850 pull through my own zip then I go
Bout to pull up late to the show
CPT that's how I roll
On God I patrol
Every lick that I be hitting
Each small decision be a mental scrimmage
So I down the spinach gain my strength for living
And still pay the dividend when you chill on the internet
Yeah you really are a
West Stop
You lucky I have an inner voice now
You lucky I'm gonna find some poise now
You lucky like a fortune cookie but you cracked
Like the mirror I shattered
When I saw the reflection all black like a hellcat pulling on the scene
That my anger yeah gonna pull the strap out and let loose
Like he popped a bottle gone off the goose
Yeah you tied like the noose 'round both of our necks
For the money the fame the game the world the sex the weed the buzz
The high the drive the love the L's the Dubs the truths the lies
The players the gangsters the killers the dealers the seals the deals the cops the rocks

Running with that draco boy you know you ain't no shooter
Talking bout the game oh yeah this rap beef I'm a tutor
Corporal punishment boy don't you make me pick my tool up
I'll make a scene they'll have to tape you down with my own ruler
Double homicide yeah that's my logic with the pen
Boy you know i'll show you love but on the beat don't come again
Anytime I get this sign I know it's really on the surface
But I can't help but let my ego flex out when I'm nervous
I'm down at the churches
Standing where the hearst is
With the welcome sign for any freshmen who still thought that they would flourish
I be working sales so I could put you where that shirt is
Right up on the front you thanking me for your first purchase
I might take your bars and try you for the case
Yeah I stay forgiving but I make sure for my dream I got a place
By any means what that mean
You ain't running on my team
Why you looking in my lane
You gon crash while I ride clean
I be straight cuffed yeah you a summer fling
I be rolling three deep with the same king
West on the hook so you know I gotta sing
Making beats in the back of the class with a sting
Yeah beat to death I bet this song called dated
But I made it
So I don't really care as long as you ain't call me faded
I be in the valley 480
850 pull through my own zip then I go
Bout to pull up late to the show
CPT that's how I roll
On God I patrol
Every lick that I be hitting
Each small decision be a mental scrimmage
So I down the spinach gain my strength for living
And still pay the dividend when you chill on the internet
Yeah you really are a
West Stop
You lucky I have an inner voice now
You lucky I'm gonna find some poise now
You lucky like a fortune cookie but you cracked
Like the mirror I shattered
When I saw the reflection all black like a hellcat pulling on the scene
That my anger yeah gonna pull the strap out and let loose
Like he popped a bottle gone off the goose
Yeah you tied like the noose 'round both of our necks
For the money the fame the game the world the sex the weed the buzz
The high the drive the love the L's the Dubs the truths the lies
The players the gangsters the killers the dealers the seals the deals the cops the rocks