A.P.A

[Hook: ARMAGEDDON]
Uh
Most important
Three things I got going
A-P-A
Like the GTA
Apple, paper, air
Yea, that shits okay
Woah
Apple, paper, air
Woahh

[Verse 1: ARMAGEDDON]
Apple, metaphor for the fruit of my labor
You asshole
Putting in that work all night though
Blood and sweat like
A suicide bomber I might blow
I been getting money
I been getting paper
You been looking funny
You been thinking we care
We don't give a fuck
Didn't notice you here
Worthless, unlike this air
All the air I breathe
All the air I own
Motherfuckers should pay me
I'm the Heir to the throne
Rap king, rap monarch
Spit flames, make the fire start
And light sparks
Future bright
Like the night stars
Prodigal son till the shit burns
Cus the shit hurts
Apple, paper, air
Not a single care
Stop giving me the wet works
Stop following me on social networks
Leave me alone, blocked
Like cinder
This ain't tinder
This ain't hot or not
You think we match
I think not
I know yore horny
Stop

[Hook: ARMAGEDDON]
Uh
Most important
Three things I got going
A-P-A
Like the GTA
Apple, paper, air
Yea, that shits okay
Woah
Apple, paper, air
Woahh