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Like The Birds Video (MV)




Performed By: Apex God
Length: 5:55
Written by: Alex Pruyn




Apex God - Like The Birds Lyrics
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El Caustic
Source of anything that's toxic
My glossed rims
Show
Your reflection, then you lost it
As I sped off
Apex God
Ain't the one for red sauce
Nah I'm more about my alfredo
So yall just toss tomatoes
I'll just chop em
Call me Trejo
Machete
Catch me on your Cable
Or
Catch me on the net
See
You just won't ever catch me resting
Rappers nesting like they got eggs
Thought they meant a different kind of Robin
Why a bird in the sky?
Why my progress always stopping?
Why I'm always pushing forward
It still feeling like we halting
Molting feathers same as leaves
How it's falling
Cept it's hot as f*ck out dog
This shit ain't autumn
Bottom of the barrel
Tryna make some dope apparel
Everything about me big
Well
Except for my deniro
After making hits
It's back to the Ranchero
Skirting down Sixth
Til I'm visiting Palermo
Pussy
I don't
Want
To
Be Like The Birds
But
I
Wonder
How it feels
Over
The Earth
Flying
Higher
Than plane engines purr and
Keep on climbing
Til I run outta turf
Watch the trees
Watch the vines
Man these vultures are
Like crows
It's a murder when they ride
From the fleas to the highest
Every shape and size
Buzzard
Watching us go by
We ain't fleece
We ain't soft
You ain't greased
You ain't sly
Double V's
Dirty mops and runny eyes
Ya we puking on the track
Pretending that we wise
We not
Walking down the street to chirps and screechs
Vultures always watching
Watch how the pen gon' leave em leaking
Peeping game?
Nah I'd never
Label runners keep you tweaking
While counting cheddar
I'm leaping for something better
Than what I'm seeing
Caw
Buzzards bugging
With they razor jaws
Cause people plugged in
And they saw
What they wasn't
Sposed to
So how they sposed to hold tooth
Cherry coupe
They rolling up
Going DU DU
They f*cked them up
I ain't the easiest to love
My family love them birds
But these ones
Ain't the type to trust
Drop some trusses on they wings
Hear how they sing
Ain't no f*cking sides to it man
They all the same team
Sprinkle murder in the fries
Long as they get some old green
Make the shit to get them high then
Locked em up in the clink
I don't
Want
To
Be Like The Birds
But
I
Wonder
How it feels
Over
The Earth
Flying
Higher
Than plane engines purr and
Keep on climbing
Til I run outta turf
Watch the trees
Watch the vines
Man these vultures are
Like crows
It's a murder when they ride
From the fleas to the highest
Every shape and size
Buzzard
Watching us go by
We ain't fleece
We ain't soft
You ain't greased
You ain't sly
Double V's
Dirty mops and runny eyes
Ya we puking on the track
Pretending that we wise
We not
You see
Why we call em vultures
They only build you up to kill you dog
They biggest focus
On that lil linen bill
Hundreds of millions
You'd think you're watching krill
Eat shrimp and steak
With a guilty muhf*cka
Doing filthy things to some people
Motherland
Spend the spoils on a ring
And an armored minivan
Trips out to Beijing
Coming back with 500 Grand
Damn
Sounds like some devious plans
They greed leave em damned
Leaving seeds in the land
To breed evil and sin
Like they did out in Flint
F*ck all parliament
Save your county
Your family
Your friends
Don't doubt that I'm dumb but
Still don't ever doubt that I'll win
I hope that they do
So I can just creep right on in
Park a Jeep on the dub
And
My foot on they
Windpipe
Man
F*ck any gloves
I'll turn this shit to a street life
Just quit all that weak plight
I don't
Want
To
Be Like The Birds
But
I
Wonder
How it feels
Over
The Earth
Flying
Higher
Than plane engines purr and
Keep on climbing
Til I run outta turf
Watch the trees
Watch the vines
Man these vultures are
Like crows
It's a murder when they ride
From the fleas to the highest
Every shape and size
Buzzard
Watching us go by
We ain't fleece
We ain't soft
You ain't greased
You ain't sly
Double V's
Dirty mops and runny eyes
Ya we puking on the track
Pretending that we wise
We not
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El Caustic
Source of anything that's toxic
My glossed rims
Show
Your reflection, then you lost it
As I sped off
Apex God
Ain't the one for red sauce
Nah I'm more about my alfredo
So yall just toss tomatoes
I'll just chop em
Call me Trejo
Machete
Catch me on your Cable
Or
Catch me on the net
See
You just won't ever catch me resting
Rappers nesting like they got eggs
Thought they meant a different kind of Robin
Why a bird in the sky?
Why my progress always stopping?
Why I'm always pushing forward
It still feeling like we halting
Molting feathers same as leaves
How it's falling
Cept it's hot as f*ck out dog
This shit ain't autumn
Bottom of the barrel
Tryna make some dope apparel
Everything about me big
Well
Except for my deniro
After making hits
It's back to the Ranchero
Skirting down Sixth
Til I'm visiting Palermo
Pussy
I don't
Want
To
Be Like The Birds
But
I
Wonder
How it feels
Over
The Earth
Flying
Higher
Than plane engines purr and
Keep on climbing
Til I run outta turf
Watch the trees
Watch the vines
Man these vultures are
Like crows
It's a murder when they ride
From the fleas to the highest
Every shape and size
Buzzard
Watching us go by
We ain't fleece
We ain't soft
You ain't greased
You ain't sly
Double V's
Dirty mops and runny eyes
Ya we puking on the track
Pretending that we wise
We not
Walking down the street to chirps and screechs
Vultures always watching
Watch how the pen gon' leave em leaking
Peeping game?
Nah I'd never
Label runners keep you tweaking
While counting cheddar
I'm leaping for something better
Than what I'm seeing
Caw
Buzzards bugging
With they razor jaws
Cause people plugged in
And they saw
What they wasn't
Sposed to
So how they sposed to hold tooth
Cherry coupe
They rolling up
Going DU DU
They f*cked them up
I ain't the easiest to love
My family love them birds
But these ones
Ain't the type to trust
Drop some trusses on they wings
Hear how they sing
Ain't no f*cking sides to it man
They all the same team
Sprinkle murder in the fries
Long as they get some old green
Make the shit to get them high then
Locked em up in the clink
I don't
Want
To
Be Like The Birds
But
I
Wonder
How it feels
Over
The Earth
Flying
Higher
Than plane engines purr and
Keep on climbing
Til I run outta turf
Watch the trees
Watch the vines
Man these vultures are
Like crows
It's a murder when they ride
From the fleas to the highest
Every shape and size
Buzzard
Watching us go by
We ain't fleece
We ain't soft
You ain't greased
You ain't sly
Double V's
Dirty mops and runny eyes
Ya we puking on the track
Pretending that we wise
We not
You see
Why we call em vultures
They only build you up to kill you dog
They biggest focus
On that lil linen bill
Hundreds of millions
You'd think you're watching krill
Eat shrimp and steak
With a guilty muhf*cka
Doing filthy things to some people
Motherland
Spend the spoils on a ring
And an armored minivan
Trips out to Beijing
Coming back with 500 Grand
Damn
Sounds like some devious plans
They greed leave em damned
Leaving seeds in the land
To breed evil and sin
Like they did out in Flint
F*ck all parliament
Save your county
Your family
Your friends
Don't doubt that I'm dumb but
Still don't ever doubt that I'll win
I hope that they do
So I can just creep right on in
Park a Jeep on the dub
And
My foot on they
Windpipe
Man
F*ck any gloves
I'll turn this shit to a street life
Just quit all that weak plight
I don't
Want
To
Be Like The Birds
But
I
Wonder
How it feels
Over
The Earth
Flying
Higher
Than plane engines purr and
Keep on climbing
Til I run outta turf
Watch the trees
Watch the vines
Man these vultures are
Like crows
It's a murder when they ride
From the fleas to the highest
Every shape and size
Buzzard
Watching us go by
We ain't fleece
We ain't soft
You ain't greased
You ain't sly
Double V's
Dirty mops and runny eyes
Ya we puking on the track
Pretending that we wise
We not
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Writer: Alex Pruyn
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