| Song | Apollo's Last Stand |
| Artist | YoungStar |
| Artist | The Alchemist |
| Album | Russian Roulette |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| Bad boy fighting in the last round, hard glove, | |
| Sudden death over time, shit, no coming back, ‘cause sniffing on the powder does eyes wide, | |
| Make sure your shoe’s tight, | |
| You run from the | |
| Ripper in a homicide. | |
| Street’s disciple, legendary knight shit, | |
| Chop all them, move quick, how about the cock pit? | |
| Snakes on a plane, hold guns, they own some cop shit. | |
| Too late, that my friend’s son is obnoxious. | |
| Respect taking if niggers don’t wanna give it, | |
| I close my ears to stories if you ain’t living | |
| Half these niggers in the game catch them fliches up and not with you, | |
| Halfway turds if we address them, no. | |
| The weak shell perish, | |
| I’m walking the most a realness | |
| I wrote this shit straight from the heart so you should feel this. | |
| Lie detectors are more recurrent reveal this. | |
| Who’s the father? | |
| Many of us bust it off | |
| Hot dogs in the face, she wipe the mustard off | |
| L A S for the level, this shit is for the soul, | |
| Dominate the stadium quick, because she loved the boss. | |
| I’m an out-door speech giver, the podium killer, | |
| Nobody real here but | |
| God and that’s my nigger. | |
| I woke with angels and toast with demons, | |
| Two sized to the | |
| Gemini mind for different reasons. | |
| I was born in the middle of nature, switching seasons, | |
| Bansoon to the moon, you’re chilling with | |
| Jaggy Gleasy. |
| Bad boy fighting in the last round, hard glove, | |
| Sudden death over time, shit, no coming back, ' cause sniffing on the powder does eyes wide, | |
| Make sure your shoe' s tight, | |
| You run from the | |
| Ripper in a homicide. | |
| Street' s disciple, legendary knight shit, | |
| Chop all them, move quick, how about the cock pit? | |
| Snakes on a plane, hold guns, they own some cop shit. | |
| Too late, that my friend' s son is obnoxious. | |
| Respect taking if niggers don' t wanna give it, | |
| I close my ears to stories if you ain' t living | |
| Half these niggers in the game catch them fliches up and not with you, | |
| Halfway turds if we address them, no. | |
| The weak shell perish, | |
| I' m walking the most a realness | |
| I wrote this shit straight from the heart so you should feel this. | |
| Lie detectors are more recurrent reveal this. | |
| Who' s the father? | |
| Many of us bust it off | |
| Hot dogs in the face, she wipe the mustard off | |
| L A S for the level, this shit is for the soul, | |
| Dominate the stadium quick, because she loved the boss. | |
| I' m an outdoor speech giver, the podium killer, | |
| Nobody real here but | |
| God and that' s my nigger. | |
| I woke with angels and toast with demons, | |
| Two sized to the | |
| Gemini mind for different reasons. | |
| I was born in the middle of nature, switching seasons, | |
| Bansoon to the moon, you' re chilling with | |
| Jaggy Gleasy. |
| Bad boy fighting in the last round, hard glove, | |
| Sudden death over time, shit, no coming back, ' cause sniffing on the powder does eyes wide, | |
| Make sure your shoe' s tight, | |
| You run from the | |
| Ripper in a homicide. | |
| Street' s disciple, legendary knight shit, | |
| Chop all them, move quick, how about the cock pit? | |
| Snakes on a plane, hold guns, they own some cop shit. | |
| Too late, that my friend' s son is obnoxious. | |
| Respect taking if niggers don' t wanna give it, | |
| I close my ears to stories if you ain' t living | |
| Half these niggers in the game catch them fliches up and not with you, | |
| Halfway turds if we address them, no. | |
| The weak shell perish, | |
| I' m walking the most a realness | |
| I wrote this shit straight from the heart so you should feel this. | |
| Lie detectors are more recurrent reveal this. | |
| Who' s the father? | |
| Many of us bust it off | |
| Hot dogs in the face, she wipe the mustard off | |
| L A S for the level, this shit is for the soul, | |
| Dominate the stadium quick, because she loved the boss. | |
| I' m an outdoor speech giver, the podium killer, | |
| Nobody real here but | |
| God and that' s my nigger. | |
| I woke with angels and toast with demons, | |
| Two sized to the | |
| Gemini mind for different reasons. | |
| I was born in the middle of nature, switching seasons, | |
| Bansoon to the moon, you' re chilling with | |
| Jaggy Gleasy. |