No Dennis Rodman
I'm just always
On the Boards
Fingers sore from this shit
Still it never be a chore
Tryna work more than the sun
Since I can't work more than the lord
Can't even work more than my pops
I guess that's what he's working for
Man what the f*ck I'm crawling toward?
Could give a f*ck about the light
Just want this mic to open doors for me
I'm working through these nights
But I can't sleep the days away
So all my Z's are light
My nephew Z he getting heavy
But the pockets feeling light
Maybe got enough to make it
Want enough to live my life
Get my nieces something nice
Maybe spoil up my wife
So I can do the kid thing
Yeah
That sound aight
Spit it chapel
Spit it sistine and
Hope I do what's right
When I'm gone they might not miss me
Straight up
To me
That's fine
The Boards gon' miss my shifting
Paper always miss my lines
So go hard up in this bitch
Like it be the last time
Apex Board Mover
Keep on moving bitches spines
Aye it's Apex
I'm always on the Boards
I might murder you producers
So I can work some more
I ain't show up here for blood but
Why you think they call it tour?
Imma leave they heads ringing
Apex Shellshock Galore
I'm rawer
Than tar tar
Been sawing up charred bars
Insurance Fraud type beat
Hope it's taking me quite far
Been staying this ugly
Since I was shitting in diapers
And I'm staying the same way
Til I'm back in them sights dog
Grab me the right sauce
We'll get blasted and take off
F*ck the savagery
The classic G O D
Be brain battling
Taking yall to class and
Leave ya grays rattling
Matter turned to soup maaan
That shit not mattering
I got lantern rings
Mind make me green
Keep on playing with sines/signs
Looking for one
Greater than we
To give me some I can see
Excuse the redundancy
My flows just so abundant
The boards be begging me
Please Don't Go
Apex God - Boards Lyrics
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No Dennis Rodman
I'm just always
On the Boards
Fingers sore from this shit
Still it never be a chore
Tryna work more than the sun
Since I can't work more than the lord
Can't even work more than my pops
I guess that's what he's working for
Man what the f*ck I'm crawling toward?
Could give a f*ck about the light
Just want this mic to open doors for me
I'm working through these nights
But I can't sleep the days away
So all my Z's are light
My nephew Z he getting heavy
But the pockets feeling light
Maybe got enough to make it
Want enough to live my life
Get my nieces something nice
Maybe spoil up my wife
So I can do the kid thing
Yeah
That sound aight
Spit it chapel
Spit it sistine and
Hope I do what's right
When I'm gone they might not miss me
Straight up
To me
That's fine
The Boards gon' miss my shifting
Paper always miss my lines
So go hard up in this bitch
Like it be the last time
Apex Board Mover
Keep on moving bitches spines
Aye it's Apex
I'm always on the Boards
I might murder you producers
So I can work some more
I ain't show up here for blood but
Why you think they call it tour?
Imma leave they heads ringing
Apex Shellshock Galore
I'm rawer
Than tar tar
Been sawing up charred bars
Insurance Fraud type beat
Hope it's taking me quite far
Been staying this ugly
Since I was shitting in diapers
And I'm staying the same way
Til I'm back in them sights dog
Grab me the right sauce
We'll get blasted and take off
F*ck the savagery
The classic G O D
Be brain battling
Taking yall to class and
Leave ya grays rattling
Matter turned to soup maaan
That shit not mattering
I got lantern rings
Mind make me green
Keep on playing with sines/signs
Looking for one
Greater than we
To give me some I can see
Excuse the redundancy
My flows just so abundant
The boards be begging me
Please Don't Go
I'm just always
On the Boards
Fingers sore from this shit
Still it never be a chore
Tryna work more than the sun
Since I can't work more than the lord
Can't even work more than my pops
I guess that's what he's working for
Man what the f*ck I'm crawling toward?
Could give a f*ck about the light
Just want this mic to open doors for me
I'm working through these nights
But I can't sleep the days away
So all my Z's are light
My nephew Z he getting heavy
But the pockets feeling light
Maybe got enough to make it
Want enough to live my life
Get my nieces something nice
Maybe spoil up my wife
So I can do the kid thing
Yeah
That sound aight
Spit it chapel
Spit it sistine and
Hope I do what's right
When I'm gone they might not miss me
Straight up
To me
That's fine
The Boards gon' miss my shifting
Paper always miss my lines
So go hard up in this bitch
Like it be the last time
Apex Board Mover
Keep on moving bitches spines
Aye it's Apex
I'm always on the Boards
I might murder you producers
So I can work some more
I ain't show up here for blood but
Why you think they call it tour?
Imma leave they heads ringing
Apex Shellshock Galore
I'm rawer
Than tar tar
Been sawing up charred bars
Insurance Fraud type beat
Hope it's taking me quite far
Been staying this ugly
Since I was shitting in diapers
And I'm staying the same way
Til I'm back in them sights dog
Grab me the right sauce
We'll get blasted and take off
F*ck the savagery
The classic G O D
Be brain battling
Taking yall to class and
Leave ya grays rattling
Matter turned to soup maaan
That shit not mattering
I got lantern rings
Mind make me green
Keep on playing with sines/signs
Looking for one
Greater than we
To give me some I can see
Excuse the redundancy
My flows just so abundant
The boards be begging me
Please Don't Go
Writer: Alex Pruyn
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