Songtexte No Awards - Apostle

We got the city on lock
I know that you mad
Just seen the look in her eyes she's poppin a tablet
Leave you in chalk nigga
Don't play with the man
Freshmen if you want an issue then we got the mags
Look I be tryna tell em top 2 not 2 nigga I'm the one
Play my bitch I ain't playing with funds
No award still your town overrun
By me
My boy off the Benylin told him to stop he won't listen
That's how all this rap shit begun
Stacking Rand gotta save for his lungs
On me

Ohh
Remember us jumping the walls
RB my niggas we taking it all
So you better give me my respect
Exotic the refa can tell by the scent
You know this the fragrance
So no
My nigga
This shit ain't for no entertainment

Back it up
Back it up
Niggas brought the wide body to the hood
Swear everybody living good now
But I know I'm still misunderstood
Got your shorty calling as she should now
But I know it's never really good
Got hundreds screaming out the name
Double R
Rolling Runts for the pain
Quote
Locked in the booth cause I know too many, relying on words in my notes
Baddie told me she don't do the henny so I'm pouring Azul for the dose
V12 for the S class cause we skipped class back in 12
Show and tell if you show and tell, you know my body shit ain't on the shelf
Not for my niggas as well

Shit is a movie
Cut
Scene
Action wait
Don't make me back out the toolie
My jeans Braille great
All of know my niggas be groovy
She mean Alexander McQueen
All the baddies hella choosy
Hitting it raw cause she only like sushi

We got the city on lock
I know that you mad
Just seen the look in her eyes she's poppin a tablet
Leave you in chalk nigga
Don't play with the man
Freshmen if you want an issue then we got the mags
Look I be tryna tell em top 2 not 2 nigga I'm the one
Play my bitch I ain't playing with funds
No award still your town overrun
By me
My boy off the Benylin told him to stop he won't listen
That's how all this rap shit begun
Stacking Rand gotta save for his lungs
On me