(AP lock the fuck in)

Ridin' with my bros you can't hang with us

While you was playing, I was scheming in the back of the bus

Family proud of me before I started leveling up so we gotta make that cash ain't no time to discuss

Always chasing the bag I'm a sucker for the hustle

Came from the ground up yeah I did it off the muscle

They call me the big dog now I need a muzzle(aye)

If you scuff my shoes yeah you know we finna tussle

Real talk the point is I'm a man on a mission

Got me flashing my true colors got me showing off my vision

I'm tryna keep my head up just one day at a time yeah I'm grinding every day

A youngin freeing all the slimes

I'm like Polo G but I don't cap a lot

And I got like 2 Mercedes when I pull up on the lot

Yeah, my homies are my apples I ain't finna let em rot

Got the laser on that thing yeah we hit it on the dot

Too many times, I been stabbed in the back

This is a marathon but I ain't running track

Yeah, you better get this straight like this a protractor

The best in the game they call me the X factor

(they still call me the X factor ****)

I play yo girl like a Nintendo

The bankroll as long as them glockie extendos

A rando tryna be different, I turn that boy to an example

Messing with the bull, not gon' lie you getting trampled

I just might get an AMG

In about another year, I don't know where imma be

I could be in Calabasas, maybe out in Italy

Or still writing 'bout the struggles and the vision that I see

Nobody hear me out, they say I ain't there mentally

Got some people that'll find yo face, put it onna tee

They say that time is money, so my convo's cost a fee

These hunnids come with shade guess that I'm the money tree

I rip her out the plastic cause she lookin' like a snack

Ride or die for my homies I got foolie on my back

Used to pop out with that basic fit, that lil starter pack

Now we drippin and we screaming "yeah it's AP on the track"

I'm like Polo G but I don't cap a lot

And I got like 2 Mercedes when I pull up on the lot

Yeah, my homies are my apples I ain't finna let em rot

I got laser on that thing, yeah we hit it on the dot

Too many times, I been stabbed in the back

This is a marathon but I ain't running track

Yeah you better get this straight like this a protractor

The best in the game they call me the X factor

(AP lock the fuck in)