Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Apostles, artist - Mass AppealDate of issue: 04.02.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Apostles |
| Statik Selektah |
| Yeah |
| Uh, yeah |
| Filthy American nightmare, dirty, we don’t fight fair |
| I’m talkin' old money with white hairs |
| Deuce deuce tucked in my Nike Airs |
| My name alone strike fears |
| To the throne, I’m an heir, debonair |
| Everywhere I’m posted, king like clovers |
| Natural, not a novice, if you haven’t noticed |
| Explosive, West Coast shit, you gotta cope it |
| Ever since I went corporate, niggas wonder where the coke went |
| I’ll bet each a bash, no one better than Fash |
| Biggest dog the veterinarian ever had |
| Veteran swag, all I’m inhaling is gas |
| Unleaded, that petrol, I piss on the metro |
| Goon, spent the afternoon with a batch of coons, passin' shrooms |
| Back and forth in a padded room |
| Insanity I embrace |
| Bought a new suit for the case |
| Plenty loot in the safe |
| Y’all don’t hear me though |
| A king is often alone, even in a crowded home |
| He silent, let it be known |
| He trust nobody, not family or friends |
| You’d be surprised on what he relies on |
| Consequences of men |
| Who realize warmheartedness could soon betray you |
| It prove fatal |
| And soon NATO will not protect us |
| Who got elected? |
| A true traitor to our respected republic |
| Sleep if you want, fuck it |
| Be my guest, sleep like an anesthesiologist put you to rest |
| I don’t show up to events, had to grow up in the 'jects |
| What you expect? |
| Execs in the game, I ain’t respect |
| I ain’t do dinners with labelheads |
| I knew some niggas that stayed in bed with 'em to stay ahead |
| And now I’m a labelhead |
| And I ain’t sign Fash as an artist, I rock with Fash as a partner |
| Mass Appeal Records (Hit the record store, never let me go) |
| Comin' straight from Cleveland, I’m the one that they believe in |
| I’ll deal with them heathens and them lowdown dirty demons |
| Ho niggas droppin' tracks, what, you got some weave in? |
| Y’all be way too busy chiefin', I’m busy achieving |
| I ain’t Hannah Baker, we just need a single reason |
| Every season niggas creepin' through the evening, tryna get even |
| Wintertime freezin', summertime, niggas squeezin' |
| We be peekin' through the peephole, we don’t even let the breeze in |
| Please, they could never blackball the black boy |
| The facts are you sharper than a tack or a hacksaw |
| When niggas act hard, that’s when they get attack on |
| These women gettin' smashed on, don’t get attached to 'em |
| I do the dash, I’m a dog, I’m a dasher |
| Me, Nas, and Fash talkin' fashion, like how’d this happen? |
| Came from a cold world so my heart adapted |
| I mastered the art of rappin' then I started rappin' |
| Once again we reveal the skill |
| Money’s growin' like grass with the mass appeal |
| With the mass appeal |
| Grass with the mass appeal |