International (feat. Apollo Poetic)

Give me some money money I want drugs
I want to feel the pain but plus the pills that make it numb
You can say that I am late to that occasion
But I'm begging that you're wrecking for a wasted wide awaken
I'm not one to rap about what is ok and what's allowed
But the way I'm heard through sound allows the crowd to blow the speakers down
Woah
Yea I got control
My lights are flashing like patrols
I'm saying that the blind up to the message while they crack they codes
Yea I'm from the TX now LA we flex
Got some brothers in Atlanta
That's an A on my checks
Yea I'm born I'm in NY
Both the coast on my side
When Jasper rap he makes it clear he never knows a state line
Yeah I'm international
Smoking on that antidote
Eleven is Miami it's a Grammy from Atlantic coast
I'll get the validation impatiently waiting hating
While I'm trapped behind the bars
I'm sedated from conversation

Stand up
Go and get some money now
I wanna fill the crowd with loud
And take me back to higher clouds
Hold up
Put ya hands up
Scream it loud
Blow the doors and the whole fucking ceiling down
Yeah I'm international
Smoking on that antidote
Eleven is Miami it's a Grammy from Atlantic coast
I'll get the validation impatiently waiting hating
While I'm trapped behind the bars
I'm sedated from conversation

Woah baby look
It's Apollo back again
I just took a little break
Some Gatorade now put me in
I've been living in the paint so long
Forgot I'm great with pens
I've been jamming all the Carter's
Got me dunking like I'm Vince
Woah
Studied all the greatest
Jotted notes on every cadence
I floated over flows and know I'll make it if I'm patient
Booking shows in every state
And selling merch in other nations
I can feel it in my bones so Harlem shake it
Like my name is Globetrotter
My flow is freezing over cold water
Bold author
Gold product
I suppose I told you once
No longer holding off
But I'll keep it all composed
Till I come and take the throne
From the goats of legends old
Woah

Stand up
Go and get some money now
I wanna fill the crowd with loud
And take me back to higher clouds
Hold up
Put ya hands up
Scream it loud
Blow the doors and the whole fucking ceiling down
Whole fucking ceiling down
Yeah I'm international
Smoking on that antidote
Eleven is Miami it's a Grammy from Atlantic coast
I'll get the validation impatiently waiting hating
While I'm trapped behind the bars
I'm sedated from conversation



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Writer(s): Quinn Vicario
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