Apollo Brown, Skyzoo - On the Stretch & Bob Show lyrics

They looking for me to carry the baton
Like carrying on a stanza
Wasn't really aiming
I happened to take a gander
Caught it & now they calling
It casualties of the banter
I'm talking out the side of my neck
I'm all cancer i'm Charles Lee Ray on the
Break looking for Santa's
Who would have thought a murder
Would be an extravaganza
Trying to move Eddie Caputo up on the mantle
And lead Andy out on the
Break to play the example
Talk about how to baton
That's the passing of the guard
Corner crowded with the God's like
I'm passing the Quran
Passing through with the word and a
Car note for a scarf
I'm part Ives Saint Laurent and part panther
Gave'em residue like base, lost steps
I heard beats and caught bodies
You caught breaths
I'm part Vera at Par Tech, part brownstones
Part Jects and nah, I'd never be part Nets
I grew up where shit less cautious
More Cassius know the corner store well
I could walk backwards where going ot on the
Starters and small factions
And throw the rock through the
Fort like Mark Jackson
This rap shit turned into HORSE
And it's all practice
My dress code will get me fined
More blackness
Sixteens, I'm less Curry, More Westbrook
So stand thirty feet out the
Line is all ad-libs
And all the WCW's that you screenshot
Got the front door of my
Building like a Supreme drop
Treat me like the Lord
I double them like a restock
Strung 'em underground
Now they looking for the chief rock
And really these ain't lines
It's throwing diesel
Pedestal high enough to clothesline eagles
Sympathy aside, ya'll will go in the trunk
My bio is Riley Freeman meets Thelonious Monk
And now they call me old school
They say the same to Andre
Flow all keys and it's 88 like a Steinway
Till they top five supported
Me like a Stranjay
And get a lil wilder to reach i'm Deontay
It ain't hard to tell
Cause it's nothing to tell
My rep did all the talking
And it's a wonderful braille
And whether we talking pens or
We get to talking limbs
We still talking how I'm a walking double XL
Twelve years of valedictorians under my belt
Let the plug know he lucky that
I ain't jump on the scale
This is more or less battery
Acid on the Notes app looking for your fade
You following where the smokes at
Henny on the steering wheel
Playing with the Lord
Turned into gray bottoms on the
Stage at the awards
Just in case ya'll was lost
I'm the face in the Forbes
Ghostwriting is everything that they
Claimed that it was i'm straight, haha
Gyeah one time
Stretch & Bob Show