This the Wun

[Verse 1 - 8th]
I'm astrological, astronomical
You just ass, trash you horrible
I'm a leader, you a wannabe
Tryna see where I'm going so you follow me
You got a mask on, when you pass on through
Like every single day it's Halloween
I got a crack on you, put the ash on you
Like getaway did don't bother me
I'm on a level that you never get to see bro
It's sad but true you never get to see dough
And on a track with you and me
It's like comparing the actual thing to placebo
I'm like a twister the wind with throw ya
To a place where nobody over there will know ya
Get ready for 8th, the gamе is over
You're about to see my face on your sistеr's poster

[Chorus x2]
This the one, gotta make the system bump
Everybody gives it love
8th on the beat you know people are talkin' saying

[Verse 2 - 8th]
All I can give you is shit I've been through
The pen the pencil the instrumental
Strength of my mental run it up into
I'm big life story I know it'll affect you
I'm swimming in the beat, delivering that heat
I just giving what they geeking for, shittin' in they sheets
Ya'll living what you speak, riffing on the beat
In fame, you dip to rip besides similar to me
You should wish upon a me, words fitted to a tee
My mission is never missing lungs, I'm living I be
The opposite of whatever the fuck you label me
I gotta get this money so what you paying for me
Hell muh-fuckin-no you a muh-fuckin-hoe
On the count of three on economy let it go
So fed up with the same old type of shit
Yeah you shine like rainbow brighten bitch

[Chorus x2]
This the one, gotta make the system bump
Everybody gives it love
8th on the beat you know people are talkin' saying

(Apathy) "I keep the babysitter up in a whole different way"

[Verse 3 - Apathy]
Hear a little bit of patter from your baby momma crib
Little did you know it's kinda funny but it ain't your kid
Ap's at it again, stick a chicken and quit it
Quicker than reporters caught it and write it down with a pen
Depending on how the rhyme's bending time
My mind's sending endless lines that's meant to shine
Ship-shape ricochet shatter the hand
Of bystanders standing too close to the cannon
Can it be a man or mechanical mechanism
This section of rhythm injecting little writtens in 'em
Like venom invented the denim I did it like Diddy
Had 'em running right out of the city
Ain't it pretty how foes go round
How the hoes go down
Get a pen Imma teach you how to hold shit down
You could get your shit from Ap cuz I'm sick son
Make your bitch lick cum right off of this one

[Chorus x2]
This the one, gotta make the system bump
Everybody gives it love
8th on the beat you know people are talkin' saying