so commercial, but so on my steeze,
if you smell og, you standin' in my breeze.
and i got enough green to bring Cali to its knees.
that's no small feat, nothing small accomplished,
niggas always say, get out the kitchen if you can't take the heat.
i bring the heat like they call me flamekeeper
you ain't passin the torch? well fuck it, me either
these cats bitter like i smoked their last reefer
but i ain't gonna chief: you gotta call me caesar
respect the game or get out of my lane
i've got that head-nod shit to blow your mainframe
that straight lyrical shit makes it hard to maintain
cool down throw some ice on that flame shit,
throw your head back, another shot of jaeger and the night just got legit
hands up like i'm some sorta mob leader,
and i got yer bitch, gotta' leash on her
straight from the start gotta a new lease on life
so fuck lady luck; i made that bitch my wife
things don't go my way but i'm immune to strife
they spit that weak shit and get pissed, but bitches is trife
damn, i meant triflin, but flow's not stiflin
i keep rhymes comin because i'm still stuck bicyclin like
i can't drive because i'm too fucked up and
you can't rhyme because your brain's corrupt so
no interruption, i'll spit while flip is away
i've got another hundred words to describe your crew,
ranging from lil niggas to frontin' foos to president w's.
i don't come up on tracks trying to act like i'm from the hood,
like a pre-pubescent boy tryna hide his wood,
all i know is that i hold the fort down,
while my homies posted up all around the town,
and by the time they sit down, the time they let loose,
thunderbolt your girl's pussy like they fuckin' zeus
my swagger's got your army pushin' for a section 8
in all 50 states, i'm the next big thing
and I'm Minnesota Wild 'til I'm the LA King
sassy motherfucker, applemint is the king,
not a single piece o' jewelry, not even a ring,
and i got his back so that makes me a knight,
guaranteed motherfuckin' rapper's delight,
he'll fill your ears to the brim with some real ass rhymes,
doesn't mean he won't tell your ass to get with the times,
and i'm in the booth, silent as a ghost,
waiting for the chance to give this nigga a toast,
and i don't mean to spill and i don't mean to profess,
just standing next to one of the Wild's best.
man, I break balls like my name was Nelson Cruz but
fuck the Yankees cause we're makin power moves like
flip and I keep the game sealed air-tight
till all these haters start to lose their light,
shit, lose their sight
like they're on the wrong prescription
but applemint and flip fox? shit, we're on a mission
we gotta elevate this game to new heights like
i wanna see my motherfuckin name in big lights like
nah, I'm just trippin. Somebody bring me down to earth
Because my heart only beats for another verse.
yeah, apple's heart beat quick,
quickening my flow, make a grown man sick,
let me just borrow your beat and your whole damn schtick,
cause i'm improvin, let loose n',
no one here to clean the mess that comes through n',
i got the best rappers in the business that keep doin',
cut off the music, cause my speech is so fluent.