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Yeah, mark the drop Only one chance, who gon' make it to the top? Fully stocked, leaving one spot, do or die, better not Now they flying straight out Be the last one living Be the last one living Yeah they flying straight out Be the last one living Be the last, be the last, last, last, last Came into the game, then pulled the pin and let it go Blew the battle bus up just to sit and watch it glow Legends round my table, if you're building, hit the road Heavy ammunition flying straight into your dome We ignite, classes kitted right, flying to the fight Say goodnight, Wingman ain't polite Dancing? Yeah, alright Quite the sight, not the silly type Came to take a life, lacking hype Call it falling damage, think you're scared of heights Little Apex talkin' bout he wanna scrap I'm a giant in the game, 'bout to step all on ya map You will never go far with a scope like that I pull out that gold SCAR and put a hole up in ya cap Might not be the OG, but you know I changed the game People play you for a minute, then they just change the game There isn't any comparison, dummy, we ain't the same I'm dancing over your body with the gang Fortnite, say the name Yeah, mark the drop Only one chance, who gon' make it to the top? Fully stocked, leaving one spot, do or die, better not Now they flying straight out Be the last one living Be the last one living Yeah they flying straight out Be the last one living Be the last, be the last, last, last, last Nobody wanna play with you, you about to get vaulted Your whole game stinks, like the smoke from a Caustic You lost it, so begone thot I know it hurt son The Mozambique is 'bout as deadly as a nerf gun Name's Apex, but now you're on a decline Not coming back to the fight Your banner ran out of time Yeah you saw my success, now you biting off me Let's be honest, you were supposed to be Titanfall Three G7 Scout, one trigger pull and you out I've stolen all of your clout, your one is about To crumble, we know the skill gap is strictly 'bout the edits Running 'round in creative, your grind is lonely and pathetic Yeah I said it, overhyped, beta-level, I'm the Apex Pinnacle of BR games, we don't chase checks See you running circles, smacking trees with a pick Real legends watching everywhere are sick, this is it, yeah Yeah, mark the drop Only one chance, who gon' make it to the top? Fully stocked, leaving one spot, do or die, better not Now they flying straight out Be the last one living Be the last one living Yeah they flying straight out Be the last one living Be the last, be the last, last, last, last Bloodhound with the vision, I can see right through the lies Emotes and V-Bucks, then change the map just to disguise That you're scared to face me, like an arc, you're paralyzed Rifting straight into the zone to look you in the eyes I'm from Skull Town, where you know we keep it popping Got the gold crown, you're in Retail Row shopping When it goes down, know the legends never stopping Lock and load now, sighted in, you'll never know how Strategy is key, I build and block shots Only thing you do is slide and try to hide behind a rock Three people on a team is not really a full squad New bugs every day, a million new flaws I'm hitting you too hard little homie, so what now? This puppy on my back got more bite than your Bloodhound Knocked down then knocked out, you sideline observer Fortnite is still the king, shut down your servers
Writer(s): Anthony Mitchell, Nick Campbell Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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