Apex God - Rap My Hands (feat. Tommy Lennon) Lyrics

Wake up
Make my right to the ring
Tape up my hands
Wrap my fists
Where's the ding
Of the bell
Dingy old gym
Ancient musty kinda smell
Rapping lil hymns
I'm just taking to myself
Like I'm KG, cagey type of place be
The only kind that doesn't hate me
For walking in and copping gin
And other sins
Forgetting the juice
But life gave me lemons
I spit the seeds on this groove
Ran out a pen room
And typed this shit on the loo
Straight up pissing on y'all
You prefer I'm shitting on you?
In the ring I rapped your jaw
This lol bitch they were through
Rappin on your door
Apex the top douche
I just came over
To let you know that you'll lose
Every time to me
On verbal vomit grimy beats
Apex Epic and thorough
Bars like epidural needles
I'll take every borough
Puke off the top of each steeple
As I wrap my hands
My raps fills stands
Why my life so grand
I don't know
As I wrap my hands
I know no man
Gonna stop me now
So I'll keep going
Apex rap up his hands
I just wrap up these bands
Drum pad get knockin bumpin
Like a band in the back
You just mad so stop the frontin
You ain't gang so relax
I ain't sayin I am either
Cause Im not. Ima Dad.
I go back to back jams
Every drop is a slap
I just nab the sack and dash
Get home & roll in the cash
Aye
Workin til I drop
Stop when my fam in a mansion
Tommy Lennon be the boss
That yo man tryna practice
He be Modeling my ethic
But can't copy my passion
& he Probably pathetic
But I don't know his ass
He Benefit from my doubt
We monsoon in a drought
Aye
Cherry body swervin thru the desert
For clout
Damn Everybody Hurting
No ones struggle profound
And Everybody learnin'
No ones hustle the route
So just Think of something worth it
Put your thoughts to the sound
Everybody got a purpose
Take your eyes off the ground
As I wrap my hands
My raps fills stands
Why my life so grand
I don't know
As I wrap my hands
I know no man
Gonna stop me now
So I'll keep going
Keep it going
I'll keep it pushing
Wishing on shooting star
But I ain't got no bullets
Still never throw in
No f*cking washcloth
Feather after tarring
My opponents
Sipping bone broth
Mixed with patron boss
Reposado
Musta hit the lotto
When was I wasn't looking, bravo
To me
These bars Picasso
I'll be the old guitarist in a minute
Sit and watch so you can learn off this verbal vomit clinic
You already lost if you a cynic
But g it kinda hard to not be
Innit?
See everybody different
People good, others isn't
But wrap your hands and
Get down to business
That's all you can do
But that's what make you gifted
Every days another move
So I'm just tryna live it
Drinks of 90 proof
My cup I probably shouldn't tippeth
What am I to do
Wrap my hands like they my gifts
As I wrap my hands
My raps fills stands
Why my life so grand
I don't know
As I wrap my hands
I know no man
Gonna stop me now
So I'll keep going