Who Hurt You: Apollo Lyrics

Yea

They say you wasn't even worth my time, man

All that shit you postin' on the gram

You know you a fraud, dawg

Everybody sees it

Claim on the gram, but you really a fraud

100k fans, but you still got no sauce

I'll ruin your plans, you ain't nothin' at all

You ain't settin' trends, you really annoying

Claim on the gram, but you really a fraud

100k fans, but you still got no sauce

I'll ruin your plans, you ain't nothin' at all

You ain't settin' trends, you really annoying

Don't come to the valley and be on that bullshit

I punch like O'Malley, now you lookin' stupid

Fuck a trandsetta, you really ain't do shit

I'm really about it and better at music

Why you chasin' clout, but no one's influenced

I'm takin' you out for the people you using

Paying for streams, you ain't really got movement

Not showin' your likes, cause it's lookin' confusing

Hike up the price, no demand who you foolin

Throwin' fake cash thinking that you the coolest

He's lookin' at me, bro, like, why did you do this

They talkin' to me like I'm really that stupid

Bro, think about shit before you go and do it

Runnin' your lip, your whole style is diluted

I kill um with bars cause I'm undisputed

Claim you a star, but your mind is polluted

You ain't really poppin', you might have contusions

Take off that chain, cause you really a loser

You can't even pay for a fuckin' promoter

So don't even say you ain't runnin' with posers

I'll hunt your ass down in the land of the poachers

I am the real hip-hop culture

Can't stand you fuckin' vultures

Bout to blow just like a mortar

Claim on the gram, but you really a fraud

100k fans, but you still got no sauce

I'll ruin your plans, you ain't nothin' at all

You ain't settin' trends, you really annoying

Claim on the gram, but you really a fraud

100k fans, but you still got no sauce

I'll ruin your plans, you ain't nothin' at all

You ain't settin' trends, you really annoying

Runnin' your mouth, you ain't like that in person

You just like a bitch, you be carryin' purses

Flippin' the switch, I be murderin' verses

You ain't really shit, they be callin' you worthless

Come fully equipped to be goin' in circles

Around these weak rappers, a blazin' inferno

I'm goin' right past ya when I hit the turbo

I'm gonna outlast ya while jumpin' these hurdles

So pray to the pastor, I'll make your life brutal

Hop in the ring, turn your legs into noodles

I'm reignin' supreme, I don't need your approval

I really say things you be writin' in doodles

I'll burn all your money it's really not useful

then turn you to somethin' needing removal,

Whatever you make, I'm bout to quadruple

You fuckin' with me, your resistance was futile

Claim on the gram, but you really a fraud

100k fans, but you still got no sauce

I'll ruin your plans, you ain't nothin' at all

You ain't settin' trends, you really annoying

Claim on the gram, but you really a fraud

100k fans, but you still got no sauce

I'll ruin your plans, you ain't nothin' at all

You ain't settin' trends, you really annoying