Apollo (feat. Desi Bambino) Video (MV)

I had to get off my ass, I had to get on my feet
We had to learn on our own, we ain't grow up with OGs
Smoking the sticks and the stones, never the stems and the seeds
You roll a spliff and you pass? I roll a spliff just for me
You cop a fit 'cause its hype, I cop a fit 'cause its flee
And my life been moving so fast, so you know I'm dying to eat
You saw that bitch at the store? better ask what she copping for me
I hit the block with a mask, like I'm out here tryna ski
And my bro ain't sign no papers, but I feel like he's signed to me
And he slide up on a hater, like he on a hockey team
And there ain't no point in hating, if you from the side as me
And baby don't say you love me if you ain't gon' die for me
Is you gon' ride for me? is you gon' lie to me?
Baby don't cry to me, you can get high with me
You ever tried a bean? take it and slide with me
She like my icy teeth, Chain and my diamond ring
I like the finer things, and I keep a finer bitch
I had a lot to drink, I hope I can find the whip
Mixing the purp and pink, smoking a bunch of piff
Say she thirsting me, I told her take a sip
In the back, of the club, Roll a dub, in a dutch
I can't smoke no backwoods cuz, I'm still gon' get high as f*ck
Pull up on you, if you owe me, homie you don't really know me
'09 I was getting loaded, '10 I was hella hungry
Pull up on me, no you cannot
My bitch from the trenches she got the glock
I said whats up with it she tryna pop
Ask me who I think I am I said Pac
I cannot invest no bread in a thot ask me who I get it from I said pop
Beats is banging who it's from? I said guap
Free all my niggas that's locked in the box
Fiending for perkies you're showing your twat
Niggas is junkies the pillies is rocks
All off the yola, you Joanie with Chach
I'm Sonny Bono I hit trees alot
Hit trees alot, its not a secret Ack' he smoking pot
He need a quap, he be real it be real hot, good in a drought
Can't wait to see all his opps, Aye
He is I, I am he, my bitch slim and she flee
Polo sweater Jordan feet, she gon' bring a nigga cheeks
From the Klan to the East, Parmesan wings
My room come equipped with swings, she gon' shake it like the mynx
I don't know too many niggas like me