[Verse 1]
C.O.B in this b**h, wave the black flag
Different kind of gang member, house n***a, back back
I tell my b**h p**y pop on a handstand
While the world going to hell in her Louis handbag
It ain't the end of the world, but it's like the end is starting
Adam Lanza k**ing 20 children in a kindergarten
Wade Michael Page shooting up a Sikh Temple
George Zimmerman the reason I'mma keep pistols
Even though I don't f** with the NRA
Cause the CEO Wayne LaPierre, yo what he say
Man he try to blame violence on rap music and video games
Like we out here k**ing for any old thing
If I was reckless I would tell you rappers give me your chain
A million views on Vimeo
I creep low through the Savannah, I'm hunting you, gazelle and deer
What's that? I can smell your fear
I'm a apex predator
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Ridin' in the Coupe, man
Real n***as, we the top of the food chain
Don't make me turn the whole club into a shootin' range
King of the jungle, f** with me my gun go bang
My gun go bang, my gun go bang, and my gun go
f** with me my gun go bang, my gun go bang, and my gun go bang
My gun go bang!
[Verse 2]
I'm a apex predator, pineal gland in forefront
On your third eye, graduated to my fourth one
You cross us in the street n***a, you're done
Like a child support judge, we hold court son
Glen Beck want us all to die
And Ted Nugent want us all to die
But real n***as don't die
We like that shopping center bag full of tissue, we multiply
I know I reached for that one
No serial numbers, you know I reach for that gun
I call on Bonnie, she my right hand girl
I can't even turn my music up in this white man's world
If I do, I get shot by a psycho's favorite gun
Sorta like Jordan David was my Michael David Dunn
We need help, won't nobody listen to them hollow tips that's hittin' politicians
I'm a apex predator
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[Verse 3]
Bang, hit em up, perfect execution
I'm in the underground training for the revolution, you n***as scared of shootin'
You ain't gotta agree with Darwin to stand your monkey a** up, this is evolution
I knew that rebel G sh** would be back soon
For you thousand dollar house, n***as call you rap coons
I hang with foreign mobsters and black goons
Type of people that'll strike fear into a packed room
They ain't afraid of my nine though
They in fear of what my mind know
They know I ain't walkin' with my eyes closed
My entourage is camouflaged by nice clothes
Blood in our veins is ice cold cause we apex predators!
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