[Verse 1: Sir Diggy]
I'm polished up like an ancient stone from the Met
Sought knowledge from the oracle, she told me don't rest
And invest in myself now I cut my own checks
Couple thousand on the album, a yellow chain on my neck
Only linking with wisdom, mellow ink in my prism
Gon' save my Zelda from the system when Sirius breaks these writtens
Don't get caught up or rely on that shit
My father taught me to work, go Goliath that bitch
I'm eyeing my inner Levianthians, ready to die or annihilate
The final boss vying for lime, forging a fight, I'm steel to an Ironman
Never in it for the medal, this medicine let me heal
Miss me with your running mouth, I'm walking with the real
On a marathon pace, they race like there's laps
I write my life's weight and carry it on my back
Apollo don't need a chariot and I don't need a suburban
They got Biggie in that shit, my superstitions disturbing

[Chorus: Sir Diggy]
In the end, tell me who you gon' follow
Emcees with them words so clever
All the noise in my head so hollow
Here for a second then gone forever
It's them or Apollo

[Verse 2: Rob Markman]
This remind of the Stretch and Bob era
Kill everything breathing, even pall bearers
No days off, you need to get a job Ferris
They mad at this Write To Dream, they all jealous
I've been a terror since public school truthfully
Would of made freshman if it wasn't for the truancies
I'm ESL so the English kind of new to me
But money talk and I speak this shit fluently
And most frequently this is what it means to me
They talk culture, but it's never what it seems to be
Bunch of hype beasts screaming from the bleachers
Streams is cool, I make more off my features
I see them jacking my rhymes and shit
I'm on the line with Hovain, "Did the deposit hit?"
Okay, Drew pull the beat up
I don't ever pull no punches, I'ma fuck the beat up
[Chorus: Sir Diggy]
In the end, tell me who you gon' follow
Emcees with them words so clever
All the noise in my head so hollow
Here for a second then gone forever
It's them or Apollo