Apex God - Tyson Lyrics

Shit
They Tyson
Cause they chicken
Bitching every f*cking day
Turn these Rappers / Pigs to chitlins
Slipping bobbing ducking dodging
Uppercut you to submission
Ain't the type to cause no problems but
You know I'm type to finish
Can't defend this
Quit your gimmicks
Pop your eye
And smoke some spinach
They demise must mean I'm winning
Disguised as my beginning
When It's everybody ending
They ain't really keeping
Keep
Keep your head spinning
Wind Up punch you in the gut
I'm too limber
I'm too tough
You too little
You too soft
If you can't handle heat in the ring
Then say no mas
If you mad when the fat lady sing
Admit you lost
I'm so glad when you copping some bling
I'm copping stocks
I'm so rad
That's what they telling me
Radical thoughts
Yeah it's dripping from my pencil
Yeah I'm jotting out these stencils
For outrageous money
In my pocket
Guns Akimbo
I done see what happend to
X
Pop
Pac and
Big
Bro
Woah this some Tyson shit
Bob weave
Move your feet
Outrageous hit
No
Woah
I'm furious
What they thought they gonna do?
We ain't peers lil bitch
Soo-ooo
Back the f*ck out the ropes
You don't wanna feel the canvas
That's a bed that feel cold
Just flop like you a salmon
Take your check and go home
While you still here walking of
Your own able accord
Like sprained ankles
You should never step to me
It's murder like Cain and Abel
These ain't even city streets
Need courage like purple dogs
Need bourbon with swirly straws
I'm hurtin for extra earnings
Just give me some money, stock
Been searching for ways to make it
Time the only one I got
So if I put too much of it in
I'm sorry Mom
If I'm too adjusted to sin
I'm sorry god
I'm sorry y'all
That I ain't perfect
Really I know I'm not but
If we ever step in the ring
I know I am
You ain't got no weapons to me
I'm fighting ham in the freezer
Old school like a beeper
You old news
You the free stuff
I'm the main feature
Yeah
You gotta pay
Tryna be a rapper since I started gettin grades
Leave the game disastered
Spitting vomit in y'all face
Plastered on your screen
Never shoulda let me on the stage
What
Woah this some Tyson shit
Bob weave
Move your feet
Outrageous hit
Noo-ooo
I'm furious
What they thought they gonna do?
We ain't peers lil bitch
Soo-ooo
Back the f*ck out the ropes
You don't wanna feel the canvas
That's a bed that feel cold
Just flop like you a salmon
Take your check and go home
While you still here walking of
Your own able accord
Swing Swang Swung
And ya done
Slippin like Ali
Throwing hooks
Like Tyson does
Hit the Train or the Trolley
Just get the f*ck up out of Dodge
Y'all ain't meant for no boxing
Least not with Apex God
Ya feet always crossing
Your balance is just off
You look like new offspring
Go crawl back to ya Moms
You little old lost thing
Go sit where belong
All this garbage I'm talking
You'd think that it'd be
Obvious
Y'all just plot to puff on dust
Socked your gut and gusts
Rocked the stadium
Clocked your cranium
You saw elation come to
Everybody watching cause
You not brave
You dumb
The God
Gon take the funds and toss em out the ring
As he rolling up a onion
Finna pass tp his team
Roll up to yo function in a limo fulla green
And toss out the blue
I guess the world gon run on cheese
Woah this some Tyson shit
Bob weave
Move your feet
Outrageous hit
Noo-ooo
I'm furious
What they thought they gonna do?
We ain't peers lil bitch
Soo-ooo
Back the f*ck out the ropes
You don't wanna feel the canvas
That's a bed that feel cold
Just flop like you a salmon
Take your check and go home
While you still here walking of
Your own able accord
Woah this some Tyson shit
Bob weave
Move your feet
Outrageous hit
Noo-ooo
I'm furious
What they thought they gonna do?
We ain't peers lil bitch
Soo-ooo
Back the f*ck out the ropes
You don't wanna feel the canvas
That's a bed that feel cold
Just flop like you a salmon
Take your check and go home
While you still here walking of
Your own able accord