Apollo's Last Stand

Balboa fightin' in the last round, tap glove

Sudden death, over time shit, no comin' back cuz

Sniffin' on the powdered dust, eyes wide

Make sure your shoes tied, we're runnin' from the reaper in a homicide

Street's Disciple, legendary Nas shit

Chopper down, move quick hop out the cockpit

Snakes on the plane, hold guns they on some cop shit

Too late to make friends, son is obnoxious

Respect taken if niggas don't wanna give it

I close my ears to stories if you ain't live it

Half these niggas in the game cast reflections of Pinocchio

Halfway thugs till we address 'em

The weak shall perish when walkin' amongst the realness

I wrote this straight from the heart so you should feel this

Lie detectors on Maury couldn't reveal this

Who's the father? Many of us busted off

Hot dogs in her face, she wiped the mustard off

LES for a leather, the shit was butter soft

Dome in the stadium, quit because she love to boss

I'm an outdoor speech giver, the podium killer

Nobody realer but God and that's my nigga

I walk with angels and toast with demons

Two sides to the Gemini mind for different reasons

I was born in the middle when nature was switchin' seasons

Bang, zoom to the moon, you chillin' wit' Jackie Gleeson