Apollo Kuntralla - N.A.S.A. Lyrics

My music blastin, so turn yo glass up
Take you out the planet call me mr N.A.S.A.
My music blastin, so turn yo glass up
Take you out the planet call me Mr. N.A.S.A.
Headed to the moon Ill text you when I landed

I can be ya favorite friend at the camp
I'm like NASA but this missile never lands
Yup Apollo once again I'm tapping in
Melanin looking better than it's ever been
Came a long way 28
Made mistakes
They wasn't great
In the end
I still remember when
Way back in 2010
I still was the mf was the champ
Shit sound arrogant tell ya parents
Still don't like it you can bite it as I flips some. parrots
I say f*ck them haters and i aint aware of it
Im just too busy in these Adidas chasing checks
Graduated not the greatest but I know im next
Handing out inhalers so that save they breath
Cus its not from the ganja
That just made your heart jump
Put the phone down you not need a 911
Its from the beats that i bring
That make ya heart jump
My beats rattle trunks up
Play any beat for me and it's lunch meat
Cold cuts
Beat it up
Rocky Ali
KO punch
Entertaining on the daily but this is not conon
Yah just too so slow now you gotta chew dust

We got the boom we got the bang that onomo stuff
Be a good sport cus you high key (hockey) can't skate with us
Don't need a label i like shirt plain so rack em up
So if a label called this is exactly what i would say to em
I be like whats up lil nigga,
Heard you got somefigures (Thats whats up)
I heard you can get your boy a role n a picture(Omg)
Dont be slow no brainer so why not just risk it (Yeab why not)
All you need to hold is a whole 30 percentage (Yo wait hold up)
And Be on melrose in a ghost and i aint whipping (That shit fire)
Pull the curtains closed dont need recognition
In the back the back just eating chicken
Killing em softly with no witness
Baddie breaking down the blunt ill roll it call that split decision
Call that what you pictures
Like im using Google lenses
Gotta vivid image then manifest my vision
Aim to be the best and you can try to test my temper
Im too clever with the led or pen the best to representing it hoe

My music blastin, so turn yo glass up
Take you out the planet call me mr N.A.S.A.
My music blastin, so turn yo glass up
Take you out the planet call me Mr. N.A.S.A.
Headed to the moon Ill text you when I landed