Mission Apollo
Riding round the city feeling blessed
My brothas showed me love via text
I just stroll around, go and catch my squaw
Just quit my job, that was my last straw
My boss look at me like I was low-low
You know, Office Space type of shit ay
I got my plans now, Mission Apollo
Took me long enough to build a rocket ship ay
Skating down the block, feeling really neat
I don't fuck with Rafs, Nikes on my feet
Just a young boi running outta flouze
Socks like Swiss cheese, holes be in my shoes
I keep an attitude, tho I keep it honest
Just like my bank account, I just keep it modest
If I had as much dedication for my studies
As I have for my music I'd be making surgeries
Stacking up a couple hundred Ks boi
They don't know the rage in my thoracic cage boi
Hanging round the street doctors, that's the shit
Making as much as legits when they hit a lick
My main plug brings it all from Algeria
3 local dealers dropped, that's the guerria
My muslim brothaz got too many pigs to dodge
Dwellin' in them bendos that we call lodges
Riding round the city feeling blessed
My brothas showed me love via text
I just stroll around, go and catch my squaw
Just quit my job, that was my last straw
My boss look at me like I was low-low
You know, Office Space type of shit ay
I got my plans now, Mission Apollo
Took me long enough to build a rocket ship ay
Skating down the block, feeling really neat
I don't fuck with Rafs, Nikes on my feet
No feelings involved, she be fucking with the set
There used to be a time where that shit'd get me upset
I think my give a fuck tank running empty
No need for another shady thought sitting with me
There'll only be two seats in that Rarri
And i only allow good vibes fueling me
I glance at dead people in my rear-view mirror
No matter what the car, the windshield's always bigger
So i look ahead, fuck the past man,
Quit with them quick thrills, shit don't last man
While they cling onto the fast trends
Just know I'll always be better then the last man
There's three languages I really know
English, French & real shit ho
Riding round the city feeling blessed
My brothas showed me love via text
I just stroll around, go and catch my squaw
Just quit my job, that was my last straw
My boss look at me like I was low-low
You know, Office Space type of shit ay
I got my plans now, Mission Apollo
Took me long enough to build a rocket ship ay
My brothas showed me love via text
I just stroll around, go and catch my squaw
Just quit my job, that was my last straw
My boss look at me like I was low-low
You know, Office Space type of shit ay
I got my plans now, Mission Apollo
Took me long enough to build a rocket ship ay
Skating down the block, feeling really neat
I don't fuck with Rafs, Nikes on my feet
Just a young boi running outta flouze
Socks like Swiss cheese, holes be in my shoes
I keep an attitude, tho I keep it honest
Just like my bank account, I just keep it modest
If I had as much dedication for my studies
As I have for my music I'd be making surgeries
Stacking up a couple hundred Ks boi
They don't know the rage in my thoracic cage boi
Hanging round the street doctors, that's the shit
Making as much as legits when they hit a lick
My main plug brings it all from Algeria
3 local dealers dropped, that's the guerria
My muslim brothaz got too many pigs to dodge
Dwellin' in them bendos that we call lodges
Riding round the city feeling blessed
My brothas showed me love via text
I just stroll around, go and catch my squaw
Just quit my job, that was my last straw
My boss look at me like I was low-low
You know, Office Space type of shit ay
I got my plans now, Mission Apollo
Took me long enough to build a rocket ship ay
Skating down the block, feeling really neat
I don't fuck with Rafs, Nikes on my feet
No feelings involved, she be fucking with the set
There used to be a time where that shit'd get me upset
I think my give a fuck tank running empty
No need for another shady thought sitting with me
There'll only be two seats in that Rarri
And i only allow good vibes fueling me
I glance at dead people in my rear-view mirror
No matter what the car, the windshield's always bigger
So i look ahead, fuck the past man,
Quit with them quick thrills, shit don't last man
While they cling onto the fast trends
Just know I'll always be better then the last man
There's three languages I really know
English, French & real shit ho
Riding round the city feeling blessed
My brothas showed me love via text
I just stroll around, go and catch my squaw
Just quit my job, that was my last straw
My boss look at me like I was low-low
You know, Office Space type of shit ay
I got my plans now, Mission Apollo
Took me long enough to build a rocket ship ay
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Writer(s): Khalil Noverraz
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