Apollo

Showed ‘em many times what I be about

The winner’s circle, they been tryna keep me out

Tryna plant a seed of doubt

Haters don’t think we don’t know how to weed ‘em out

Like Patrick, I’m a star

My light’s bright with my inner sun, we know who we are

I rule like Mufasa, past leaving a scar

They ask why I’m ahead when I see them from afar

‘Member I was sitting on the bleachers, now I’m on my way to fill em

Hope I don’t meet the foe like Willem

Bad energy, very taxing like I bill ‘em

Name’s Jason, so it’s only right I kill em with kindness

Don’t be so mindless

I show ‘em politeness

I take it to the highest place

To the highest place

Like a bowstring, I expand when applying pressure

You got your day ones from the nest, then you’ll fly high together

Feel double as fly with half the effort

With the rod, he think he rich but I’m the big stepper

Flowers, I hope I get mine

Run on CPT but I’ll make it in time

Surgical with my procedure

Sister told me to be louder but silence is my demeanor

My atlas for the axis shows time is faster than a cheetah

Fast like a cheetah, hope I’m not a repeater

They staying lowkey like bottom feeders

They want me to tank at the top like a wife beater

Life goes on and it happens

What’s best for me is to shift my focus, keep rapping

It’s a proper escape and key passion

Lyrically never lacking and now I’m macking till the sun is up

(Ay, till the sun is up)

Ay, people think I did too much, honestly I ain’t done enough

(What, I ain’t done enough, cmon)

My homies said it best, I gotta run it up

(Ay, I gotta run it up, ay)

I’ll say it again, bro, I ain’t done enough

(Nah, uh, I ain’t done enough, ay yeah, cmon)

Pick my feet up when I walk, the beat got me limpin

Slick back my hair when I’m feeling good, you see it pimpin

Antisocial, been kept my distance

Music goes beyond what you hear, I’m in my sixth sense

Get your fixings for they gone, now I’m on like a light switch

Gotta reach for it like if your back had a light itch

It’s possible, I’m sending Ron to handle this light sitch

You think you’re entitled to your Ohana like a white Stitch

What you owe is giving love back

Me, material possessions, I put them above that

If reversed, you just kidding yourself like Rugrats

My family wanna see me win and I love that

Quick shot, buck back

Get the bus packed

Where the thugs at?

Where the love at?

This feeling ain’t a bummer

Keep it going, get it hot like the summer till the sun is up

(Ay, till the sun is up)

Ay, people think I did too much, honestly I ain’t done enough

(Ay, I ain’t done enough, cmon)

My homies said it best, I gotta run it up

(Ay, I gotta run it up, alright)

I’ll say it again, bro, I ain’t done enough

(Uh nah, I ain’t done enough, ay what, cmon)