[VERSE 1]
One for the moola, two for the hoopla
Three for the ruthless pursuit of groupies to woo I
Four for the folks that had my back from the beginning
Five for the haters that hated, tried to block my ambitions
Six I nix their intentions, seven they beg forgiveness
Eight I escape Zion's prison, aim my nine at that eye in the prism, ten I reach my...
At ten I reach my apex, West Coast on my shoulders I'm one step closer to greatness
I pen pictures, blend scripture, I'm the grim drifter
The brim low I'm so cold the flow nips you
Who else kicks that trill spit, builds scrilla
That leaves a n** with a stiff tip and a split zipper
I'm off the Richter, one time for your minder
Mahogany rhymer from where that chronic's bombest I promise you
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I gotta reach my apex, West Coast on my shoulders I'm one step closer to greatness
M to the Y to the apex I'm gonna show you who's dopest and expose this industry's fakeness
[VERSE 2]
Six-figure freelance a**a**in
My mind a tech nine with a trigger for a mouth and I'm blasting
At this digital age of high-tech slavery
Goons spit that cartoon rap, that Tex Avery
I'll soon sick that harpoon trap on them rats
Crack them like bats at a frat hazing, I scrap like I'm ex-Navy
Cus MF-ers test my patience, gotta reach my personal Everest never rest until I attain it
My apex, reach for it till my aura is absorbed
And my authority's ignored, and my recording's are abhorred
Then I'll shed this human uniform, Yah salutes the new decor
When I kick bars harder than Osi Umenyioura's form
Try to body my posse and I'll contuse your puny form
Till my victory's written on my cartouche in cuneiform
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