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ANALYZE IT
by Apollo Snow
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Two G's up in these dubs, I'm a Grammar Nazi
Think the Jakes up in my phone, Tryna analyze it
You don't really want no smoke, Stick to playing sports
We gon run up in your spot, I know that backdoor
Take a shot, and make it flush
Don't hit the backboard...
But I ain't playing with you
Chain-smoking bowls of Blood Orange
You can't hit the Bob, the fuck you grab a cup for?
Bitch, I came from nothing
Now I'm rising on the leaderboard...
Brodi you a Dork, Up in the crib watching Star Wars
I can't even lie it's my time now you done for
Been behind the scenes, peep move...
Why they hella acting?
Lately, I've been out here breaking bitches
That's my second passion...
Cinematic... Everyday a movie now!
I think I know who really team
But who gon hold me down, aye!
Sliding on that road, pushing hella miles
Brodi back up from that mic
No need to let it out...
Two G's up in these dubs, I'm a Grammar Nazi
Think the Jakes up in my phone, Tryna analyze it
You don't really want no smoke, Stick to playing sports
We gon run up in your spot, I know that backdoor
Take a shot, and make it flush
Don't hit the backboard...
But I ain't playing with you
Chain-smoking bowls of Blood Orange
You can't hit the Bob, the fuck you grab a cup for?
Bitch, I came from nothing
Now I'm rising on the leaderboard...
Follow these instructions..
They going ghost, It's a creepy story
Lil bitch in phone, She broke as fuck...
Ima keep ignoring
On some other shit, Bitches easy as a sunday morning
She just want some dick...
Told her "Be outside." but i'm in the booth recording
Simping for the bitch, couldn't be me...
I'm tryna elevate
I remember rapping up in those halls..
Just tryna find a way
Five pack of woods... to the neck...
Fuck up out my face!
I'm too blowed off this Chronic...
Feel like Dr. Dre
Two G's up in these dubs, I'm a Grammar Nazi
Think the Jakes up in my phone, Tryna analyze it
You don't really want no smoke, Stick to playing sports
We gon run up in your spot, I know that backdoor
Take a shot, and make it flush
Don't hit the backboard...
But I ain't playing with you
Chain-smoking bowls of Blood Orange
You can't hit the Bob, the fuck you grab a cup for?
Bitch, I came from nothing
Now I'm rising on the leaderboard...
Two G's up in these dubs, I'm a Grammar Nazi
Think the Jakes up in my phone, Tryna analyze it
You don't really want no smoke, Stick to playing sports
We gon run up in your spot, I know that backdoor
Take a shot, and make it flush
Don't hit the backboard...
But I ain't playing with you
Chain-smoking bowls of Blood Orange
You can't hit the Bob, the fuck you grab a cup for?
Bitch, I came from nothing
Now I'm rising on the leaderboard...
Brodi you a Dork, Up in the crib watching Star Wars
I can't even lie it's my time now you done for
Been behind the scenes, peep move...
Why they hella acting?
Lately, I've been out here breaking bitches
That's my second passion...
Cinematic... Everyday a movie now!
I think I know who really team
But who gon hold me down, aye!
Sliding on that road, pushing hella miles
Brodi back up from that mic
No need to let it out...
Two G's up in these dubs, I'm a Grammar Nazi
Think the Jakes up in my phone, Tryna analyze it
You don't really want no smoke, Stick to playing sports
We gon run up in your spot, I know that backdoor
Take a shot, and make it flush
Don't hit the backboard...
But I ain't playing with you
Chain-smoking bowls of Blood Orange
You can't hit the Bob, the fuck you grab a cup for?
Bitch, I came from nothing
Now I'm rising on the leaderboard...
Follow these instructions..
They going ghost, It's a creepy story
Lil bitch in phone, She broke as fuck...
Ima keep ignoring
On some other shit, Bitches easy as a sunday morning
She just want some dick...
Told her "Be outside." but i'm in the booth recording
Simping for the bitch, couldn't be me...
I'm tryna elevate
I remember rapping up in those halls..
Just tryna find a way
Five pack of woods... to the neck...
Fuck up out my face!
I'm too blowed off this Chronic...
Feel like Dr. Dre
Two G's up in these dubs, I'm a Grammar Nazi
Think the Jakes up in my phone, Tryna analyze it
You don't really want no smoke, Stick to playing sports
We gon run up in your spot, I know that backdoor
Take a shot, and make it flush
Don't hit the backboard...
But I ain't playing with you
Chain-smoking bowls of Blood Orange
You can't hit the Bob, the fuck you grab a cup for?
Bitch, I came from nothing
Now I'm rising on the leaderboard...