[Intro: Apollo]
I rock peace steelo
Roll up in here the weed smoke
This ones for you

[Verse 1: Apollo]
I said weed smoke on the weed smoke, why your bitch deep-throat chilling in the deepo
With the sour diesel, higher than an eagle
17 spitting 16 like I'm fucking legal
90's baby, 2000's raised me, its fucking crazy cause lately I've been thinking an escape
They say my time is coming but I think that shit is late
I need that vibe rating, number one up in my state- I be killing the tapes, putting MC's up in their place like
50 way back in the day, what more can I say?
I'm birthing these niggas, give em a cake so I can dream about the riches drugs power and fame, don't forget about the bitches
Leave this niggas up in their lane cause i'm born with it, ain't no reconstructing the flame
You must be insane the way you busting the thing, remember we ain't rappers we be clutchin' the grain, leave em in a ditch when I be bustin' a flame, nigga

[Verse 2: Randy Allen]
Apollo's blowing on the reefer, I just wanna be heard
Surprise feature, bet you didn't see me coming either-
Take a breather, got walls shaded Easter-
Vibe rating blowing up your speakers, take me to your leader
I'm the eager beaver-
Rapping it up
Laughing it up
Coming to get em and hit em so they ain't
Laughing at us
Nothing discussed, because logic's shit sucks
So when we ride the beats he ain't riding with us

[Outro]
Are we still alive?