Apex

We some motherfuckin apex predators

Witness the genesis

Out for dead presidents, VPs and delegates

Ain't smoking on the delicate

Weighin out the heavy shit

You could get high off the smell of it

It’s like dope in your nostrils

AK for your brain made them open they chakras

Apollo’s apostles, stroke of Picasso

Bonita Appleboom trying go to mi casa

She told me that she not bilingual

But got two tongues if that’s what you're into

I got inside her mental, chicks that I been through, it's simple

Now I’m tryna figure how to bend spoons

The prodigy of an alchemist

It’s Indigos in rotation bringing amethyst

Must be out your cranium to even try and aim at this

I can't be a Satanist, I don’t know who Satan is

Defy your own limits

They thought that I would die but I survived off spinach

Macho man, Popeye did it

And I know you lookin down so, Pop I did it

The key to my lyric is my physic

Astrophysical, I can tap into your spirit

Of course I’m talkin to you

And of course I’m targetin' you