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Apollo Creed
109
Hip-Hop/Rap
Apollo Creed was released on July 23, 2026 by North Road Records as a part of the album Apollo Creed - Single
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Release DateJuly 23, 2026
LabelNorth Road Records
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM99

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
GeeBaby
GeeBaby
Performer
DOMM
DOMM
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
GeeBaby
GeeBaby
Composer
DOMM
DOMM
Composer
Prxbhwtff
Prxbhwtff
Composer
Gurdeep Singh
Gurdeep Singh
Lyrics
Damanpreet Singh
Damanpreet Singh
Lyrics
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Prxbhwtff
Prxbhwtff
Producer

Lyrics

Apollo, what made you decide to put on an exhibition fight with Drago?
Oh, let's call it a sense of responsibility
Responsibility how?
I had to teach this young fella to box, American style
I don't ever need a bitch, but I'm what a bitch need
What you make in a month, I could make that in a week
They tryna box me in, I'm boxing out, Apollo Creed
Gotta stay on your toes, head on a swivel, bob and weave
Man, go bang out with your opps, I'm just a rapper
And my brodie bro, he a full-time trapper
Man, I don't need the game, it need me
Man, this music shit fun, but I'm a real life factor
And when it's all said and done, put my jersey in the rafters
And I'm out in Toronto, boy, ballin' like a Raptor
And if that is your bitch, then why did I crack her?
Hit, then I went ghost on her like I'm Casper
Man, I got connect to all the plugs like an adapter
And I just flipped the page and you not in the next chapter
They must've asked about us, I don't hear no more laughter
You could never catch up with us, we been movin' way faster
I do not fear no man, but I fear God
I got bitches writin' letters like it's Dear John
Brown boy catchin' fades like Amir Khan
Punjabi boys, we just tryna put the team on
I don't ever need a bitch, but I'm what a bitch need
What you make in a month, I could make that in a week
They tryna box me in, I'm boxing out, Apollo Creed
Gotta stay on your toes, head on a swivel, bob and weave
A red dot on your head, but we the Indians
It get ugly in the city, it get hideous
And wear that shit once and I'll never wear that fit again
And real Punjabi boys, we ain't worried 'bout fittin' in
The way that I be ballin', could've played for Notre Dame
Brodie shootin' shit like that boy from Golden State
I just fucked this bitch and I don't even know her name
I'ma keep it P, don't hate the player, hate the game
Ayy, keep it P, hate the game, not the player
Ayy, you can catch the fade like a taper
Uh, I get it in, I'm 'bout my money, 'bout my paper
Punjabi boys, we run the city like the mayor
I do not fear no man, but I fear God
I got bitches writin' letters like it's Dear John
Brown boy catchin' fades like Amir Khan
Punjabi boys, we just tryna put the team on
I don't ever need a bitch, but I'm what a bitch need
What you make in a month, I could make that in a week
They tryna box me in, I'm boxing out, Apollo Creed
Gotta stay on your toes, head on a swivel, bob and weave
I don't ever need a bitch, but I'm what a bitch need
What you make in a month, I could make that in a week
They tryna box me in, I'm boxing out, Apollo Creed
Gotta stay on your toes, head on a swivel, bob and weave
Written by: DOMM, Damanpreet Singh, GeeBaby, Gurdeep Singh, Prxbhwtff
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