This the Wun lyrics

[Verse 1 - 8th]
I'm astrological, astronomical
You just ass, trash you horrible
I'm a leader, you a wannabe
Tryna see where I'm going so you follow me
You got a mask on, when you pass on through
Like every single day it's Halloween
I got a crack on you, put the ash on you
Like getaway did don't bother me
I'm on a level that you never get to see bro
It's sad but true you never get to see dough
And on a track with you and me
It's like comparing the actual thing to placebo
I'm like a twister the wind with throw ya
To a place where nobody over there will know ya
Get ready for 8th, the gamе is over
You're about to see my face on your sistеr's poster

[Chorus x2]
This the one, gotta make the system bump
Everybody gives it love
8th on the beat you know people are talkin' saying

[Verse 2 - 8th]
All I can give you is sh*t I've been through
The pen the pencil the instrumental
Strength of my mental run it up into
I'm big life story I know it'll affect you
I'm swimming in the beat, delivering that heat
I just giving what they geeking for, sh*ttin' in they sheets
Ya'll living what you speak, riffing on the beat
In fame, you dip to rip besides similar to me
You should wish upon a me, words fitted to a tee
My mission is never missing lungs, I'm living I be
The opposite of whatever the f*ck you label me
I gotta get this money so what you paying for me
Hell muh-f*ckin-no you a muh-f*ckin-hoe
On the count of three on economy let it go
So fed up with the same old type of sh*t
Yeah you shine like rainbow brighten b*tch
[Chorus x2]
This the one, gotta make the system bump
Everybody gives it love
8th on the beat you know people are talkin' saying

(Apathy) "I keep the babysitter up in a whole different way"

[Verse 3 - Apathy]
Hear a little bit of patter from your baby momma crib
Little did you know it's kinda funny but it ain't your kid
Ap's at it again, stick a chicken and quit it
Quicker than reporters caught it and write it down with a pen
Depending on how the rhyme's bending time
My mind's sending endless lines that's meant to shine
Ship-shape ricochet shatter the hand
Of bystanders standing too close to the cannon
Can it be a man or mechanical mechanism
This section of rhythm injecting little writtens in 'em
Like venom invented the denim I did it like Diddy
Had 'em running right out of the city
Ain't it pretty how foes go round
How the hoes go down
Get a pen Imma teach you how to hold sh*t down
You could get your sh*t from Ap cuz I'm sick son
Make your b*tch lick c*m right off of this one
[Chorus x2]
This the one, gotta make the system bump
Everybody gives it love
8th on the beat you know people are talkin' saying