Songtext Anti-social Apollo Brown

Anti-social

I understand all too well
It seems to me, God is our responsibility
Yeah, that's right. And God's only hope is us
We don't make it, he ain't gonna make it either
Yeah, uh-huh

(Catch me in the corner not speaking)
Oh-oh, you can (Catch me in the corner not speaking)
[?] devastate
They all look like [?]
The loudmouth talking never move me
You can (Catch me in the corner not speaking)
My nigga, you can
Talk about who owe you favours
Talk about your thousand haters
All I need to know is how you're built on the front line

Look, independent, ain't have to look for deals
Work for myself, can't explain to you how good it feels
Got a taste of my own medicine, so I took the pill
Can't walk in my shoes, you niggas can't even foot the bill
I make music you can ride to, smoke, kush and chill
Type of music that you got to be from the hood to feel
For my hustlers in the kitchen, that's tryin' to cook a meal
Kitchen counter full of coke, look like the sugar spill
Reminiscing on them days, back when we was youngest
You're the one I called anytime I needed something
Now I'm in this cold room, screaming out: "Free my cousin!"
Please, tell 'em take the chains off, like [?] coming
I don't argue, triggers talk, bullets big as tennis balls
Put my life in a song, nigga, ain't no pen involved
Since a kid, I've been a star
Treat the game like cops treat a nigga
I won't be satisfied 'till I kill them all

You can (Catch me in the corner not speaking)
[?] devastate
They all look like [?]
The loudmouth talking never move me
You can (Catch me in the corner not speaking)
My nigga, you can
Talk about who owe you favours
Talk about your thousand haters
All I need to know is how you're built on the front line

Look, kill them all, I put robbers in cemeteries
Then, go to your wake and autograph your obituaries
Pass it out to your fam, kill them niggas that carries you
Drop a bomb in the hole that your family digging to bury you
Just for emergencies, I put a stash in the wall
Now I'm out here pulling strings like I had a guitar
But first I had to ask God
Never dry, 'cause when it rains it pours
Just take a sip, but I had my last straw
Take a pick inside my mind
Thoughts scatter like a hoarder's house
Gave birth to your style, but now I gotta abort the child
No killer, but don't push me where I have to react
Friends turn to OJ and left me stabbed in the back
I fill myself with cash, black car credit to charge
For them days, I used to make a dollar stretch to a yard
I only drive myself crazy when I press the garage
I got whips so big, I can put a shaft in my car

You can (Catch me in the corner not speaking)
[?] devastate
They all look like [?]
The loudmouth talking never move me
You can (Catch me in the corner not speaking)
My nigga, you can
Talk about who owe you favours
Talk about your thousand haters
All I need to know is how you're built on the front line

Line, line