🎵 Anti-Social // by Apollo Brown

18 ContributorsAnti-Social Lyrics [Intro: James Baldwin & Ché Noir] I understand all too well It seems to me, God is our responsibility Yeah, that's right. And God's only hope is us We don't make it, he ain't gonna make it either Yeah, uh, uh-huh [Chorus: Blakk Soul & Ghostface Killah] (Catch me in the corner not speaking) Oh-oh, you can (Catch me in the corner not speaking) In a room full of pretenders they all looking identical While niggas flexing know I'm Gucci The loudmouth talk will never move me So you can (Catch me in the corner not speaking) My nigga, you can Talk about who owe you favours Talk about your thousand haters All I need to know is how you're built on the front line [Verse 1: Ché Noir] Look, independent, ain't have to look for deals Work for myself, can't explain to you how good it feels Got a taste of my own medicine, so I took the pill Can't walk in my shoes, you niggas can't even foot the bill I make music you can ride to, smoke, kush and chill Type of music that you gotta be from the hood to feel For my hustlers in the kitchen, that's tryin' to cook a meal Kitchen counter full of coke, look like the sugar spilled Reminiscing on them days, back when we was youngest You're the one I called anytime I needed something Now I'm in this court room, screaming out: "Free my cousin!" Please, tell 'em take the chains off, like Deebo coming I don't argue, triggers talk, bullets big as tennis balls Put my life in a song, nigga, ain't no pen involved Since a kid, I've been a star Treat the game like cops treat a nigga Won't be satisfied 'till I kill them all, you can [Chorus: Blakk Soul & Ghostface Killah] You can (Catch me in the corner not speaking) In a room full of pretenders they all looking identical While niggas flexing know I'm Gucci The loudmouth talk will never move me So you can (Catch me in the corner not speaking) My nigga, you can Talk about who owe you favours Talk about your thousand haters All I need to know is how you're built on the front line [Verse 2: Ché Noir] Look, kill them all, I put rappers in cemeteries Then, go to your wake and autograph your obituaries Pass it out to your fam, kill them niggas that carries you Drop a bomb in the hole that your family digging to bury you Just for emergencies, I put a stash in the wall Now I'm out here pulling strings like I had a guitar But first I had to ask God Never drown, 'cause when it rains it pours Just take a sip, but I had my last straw Take a peek inside my mind Thoughts scatter like a hoarder's house Gave birth to your style, but now I gotta abort the child No killer, but don't push me where I have to react Friends turn to OJ and left me stabbed in the back I fill my safe with cash, black car credit to charge For them days, I used to make a dollar stretch to a yard I only drive myself crazy when I press my garage I got whips so big, I can put a chef in my car, you can [Chorus: Blakk Soul & Ghostface Killah] You can (Catch me in the corner not speaking) In a room full of pretenders they all looking identical While niggas flexing know I'm Gucci The loudmouth talk will never move me So you can (Catch me in the corner not speaking) My nigga, you can Talk about who owe you favours Talk about your thousand haters All I need to know is how you're built on the front line [Outro: Blakk Soul] Line, line