JustApollo - Rock Wit It Lyrics

Hop off the pot or whip it
That mean get out the kitchen if ye ain't gon rip it
The illest whip lean so the fiends can sip it
I cook it break it down cuz the recipe cryptic
Hop off the pot or whip it hop off the pot or whip it
Sip'n that lean a make em rock with it rock with it
Hop off the pot or whip it hop off the pot or whip it
Sip'n that lean a make em rock with it rock with it
Seated in that bucket f*ck it I'm on top
I got a Polaroid of ppl I could fit in that box
Plenty of riders providin holdin my plans to a glock
I feed em good but dont never sleep on wantin that rock
Motivated and hungry I'm like pit with a problem
I lock my jaw on that issue you better pull it and pop it
I got a bitch with some felonies dont mistake her for Melanie
It ain't nothin you f*ck with me she gon make you a memory
Put yo face on a T-shirt RIP by the preacher
Baby mama she cryin we still gon f*ck her and leave her
Man it's an ice cold world get ya life right
Make a wrong move I take ya queen and ya knight right
Underneath yo chin sleep on me I'll make it sting
Bottle poppin with the kings I dont sip it I just grin boy
Hop off the pot or whip it hop off the pot or whip it
Sip'n that lean a make em rock with it rock with it
Hop off the pot or whip it hop off the pot or whip it
Sip'n that lean a make em rock with it rock with it
I'm stuck inside a mind seeded wit crime
I live a beat at a time only compete with the rhymes
Yaw keep ya feet on the line I make the line move
I told em time after time my level sky blue
I ain't flowin for nothin there's somethin I'm huntin
Its underneath my skin I can feel it in the wind let em in
Ugh Let Apollo in he'll pour the whole bottle in
Step inside the mind of a human klonopin
Only the realest and illest that been where I done been
Stop and grin at the world or pop a ten get swirled
See I ain't here for my health and not just only my wealth
Its empty seats at the table why not consider myself
Louis the 13th or somewhere up on that shelf
Better keep one eye on the kid that other eye on yaself
Hop off the pot or whip it hop off the pot or whip it
Sip'n that lean a make em rock with it rock with it
Hop off the pot or whip it hop off the pot or whip it
Sip'n that lean a make em rock with it rock with it
Cryptic lines intertwined in my minds maze
Spittin at ya make ya face turn sideways
No frontin in my days, just stuntin on fridays
Smokey holdin, rollin up dutchies for five days
Lyricize til fear advise the silence
Herein lies why others cries provoke violence
The guilty conscience speak nonsense
Preachin hard while bodies hang in they closet
Grind all year, never content with the present
Pushin to climb to the top, right thru the roof of the heavens
I take the field with eleven, but load eight in the box
This way you kno you ain't runnin shit got the game on lock
Ain't got no seconds to waste, I'm in control of the clock
If you aint whippin shit my brutha get yo ass off the pot