Blanka Buds - Lord Apex

It’s like Apex the rapstar

Wise like Rasta

Swerving, might flank ya

Burnin' on Blanka

Dead like

Please, i might thank ya

Pull up in a tank

That boy just a wanker

It’s the lord of the undone

About in 5 year i’ll be lord of the slum

A G' statin' of the doe smoke

That’s an old folklore, but they know he spoke raw

From the highest to the sky

To the deaths of the core

I don’t eat anymore

Unless money, i don’t speak anymore

Every song sound the same, like i’ve been here before

But what (does) it mean anymore?!

Every death a celebration, when i see Henny pour

Dark days when you see Benny draw

Know it’s rough, when you don’t see him anymore

Beat-making nigga,

Over dro, whe he run out

Cuz growing up i was on the block playing runners and knock down ginger

Now it’s technology and niggers on tinder

If you need milk, don’t cow it

If you need ounces, don’t it

Still work prolific, force of an english,

It’s like Apex the rapstar

Wise like Rasta

Swerving, might flank ya

Burnin' on Blanka

Dead like

Please, i might thank ya

Pull up in a tank

That boy just a wanker