Listen to 365 (feat. Nametag, Ro Spit & Ty Farris) by Apollo Brown

365 (feat. Nametag, Ro Spit & Ty Farris)

Apollo Brown

Hip-Hop/Rap

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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS

Erik Stephens

Sampler

Nametag Alexander

Nametag Alexander

Rap

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

Erik Stephens

Composer

PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING

Apollo Brown

Producer

Lyrics

(Oh, yeah)

(Yeah, 'round 365 days annual plus some)

(Load up the mic and bust one, bust one)

('Round 365 days annual plus some)

(Load up the mic and bust one, bust one)

Yeah, you couldn't hang with that Burberry noose on (Oh)

Kicking the door with them same boots Pac had in Juice on (30 below)

Step like Anouk or a cue dog, a rude boy

They said they need some fire, turn a loop on, the coupe going

Red line status (Vroom)

Hairline tatted (Tatted)

Here's my habit (Habit)

Their lines average (Ha-ha)

Flying over **** like airline baggage

Paris in the morning, me and Farris in the foreign (Ooh)

Tag in the back with a rag just to blow it

We the freshest in the city, **** know it (Yup)

A poet, I stopped smoking weed just to grow it (Ha-ha)

So it's hands all green like a florist (Oh)

The forest, bought this, ready for some action

Tap in, 'stead he pushing forward with a back wind

Pass him, call me Uncle Sam when I tax them

That grim, you see me, better know they let the yak in

What's cracking?

(Yeah, 'round 365 days annual plus some)

(Load up the mic and bust one, bust one)

('Round 365 days annual plus some)

(Load up the mic and bust one, bust one)

(Yeah, 'round 365 days annual plus some)

(Load up the mic and bust one, bust one)

Check, uh-huh

('Round 365 days annual plus some)

(Load up the mic and bust one, bust one)

Ah man, look, just know that you gon' acknowledge the rhymes

I'm here to shine and I've arrived more polished this time

My chakras vibing high, I'm in tune with the stars

A Capricorn, I'm tied to my astrology sign, uh

I just supply the bars like an after-hours (Like an after-hours)

Pre-game King James when clapping the powder (Work)

Like Wayne's second album, it's like so'

I'm snatching your power

I back up what I brag about when I rap about it (Yeah)

It is nothing average about 'em now

Thou shall not test thou

My stock is up in the game

Word play club a lane (Okay)

Got a cliff mind frame

Not the Huxtable, but the one for the hustle game (Check)

Undeniable franchise that's winning by a landslide (Work)

Me, Ro and Ty play the field like it's band time

Over the drums by Apollo, man

I explode like I've chosen to stand on a landmine, tag

(Yeah, 'round 365 days annual plus some)

(Load up the mic and bust one, bust one)

('Round 365 days annual plus some)

(Load up the mic and bust one, bust one)

(Yeah, 'round 365 days annual plus some)

(Load up the mic and bust one, bust one)

('Round 365 days annual plus some)

Yeah

(Load up the mic and bust one, bust one)

Uh, six mile barbarian, I let the bars fly

I'm in the jungle like I survived a game of Far Cry

Back when I had the rock cooking without a arch ri'

We value respect over money and where your heart lie

We ain't in the same boat, stood under black clouds without raincoats

Watch family members, cocaine, chain smoke

They always got they fix, that's why they stayed broke

Never smoked nothing in my life, still I remain dope

Feel like a king in the stage coach full of same quotes

I was raised where they raised toasts for gold chain ropes

Mr. T, Rocky 3, I got a mean right, my high key

Look like Harden and shooting like him with the green light

My life ain't have a nice start, had to fight sharks

See an X-ray of my heart, prolly see some bite marks

For nametags, me and Ro spit, leave your throat slit

Each line is a coke sniffer, you know this

(Yeah, 'round 365 days annual plus some)

(Load up the mic and bust one, bust one)

('Round 365 days annual plus some)

(Load up the mic and bust one, bust one)

(Yeah, 'round 365 days annual plus some)

(Load up the mic and bust one, bust one)

('Round 365 days annual plus some)

(Load up the mic and bust one, bust one)

Written by: Erik Stephens

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