Apollo

[Intro]
Yeah yeah
Yeah yeah
Loss

[Chorus]
Apollo, Apollo, Apollo
A leader in they're hearts, when I go they follow
A master of the arts, but this ain't Frida Kahlo
Goin' for the gold, on the road that El Dorado

[Verse 1]
Woah, woah, I feel like I'm Apollo
But this ain't youthful confidence, it's more than just bravado
She say I'm like that rapper from the south side of Chicago
But I'm from East Atlanta so my shit is still colossal
Woah, wait, what the hell did you think (Think)
I just came here to ride, I just do what you can't (Can't)
Ricky Ross when I slide, Bob Ross when I paint (Paint)
I need my whip suicide, so I can swerve through the lane
I did not come here to play, I'm gon' wipe DaniLeigh
Baby hold on my hand, I would not lead you astray
Cause every single Prince need a Michael
I'm about to start a flame with no charcoal
Imma keep on earning my place till chisel my face in a bust made of marble

[Chorus]
Apollo, Apollo, Apollo
A leader in they're hearts, when I go they follow
A master of the arts, but this ain't Frida Kahlo
Goin' for the gold, on the road that El Dorado
Apollo, Apollo, Apollo
A leader in they're hearts, when I go they follow
A master of the arts, but this ain't Frida Kahlo
Goin' for the gold, on the road that El Dorado

[Verse 2]
Bring out the horns, this how it sounded the day I was born
I am alive to make art and perform
When I send waves you can't weather the storm
I need a robe, that's never been worn
Like a prince over we living adorned
If I should pass, then I would be mourned
Like "Damn it he's gone"
I'm not the man who inspired the Greeks
I'll be the one who inspires the East
I was in Athens, Georgia not Greece
Plotting with Deeby and vibin on the read
Bale told Baker to humble yourself
Train with that shit and threw it on fleece
I found some ways to market myself, that want all these verses and he in the league
We tell you "begone you can't sit with us", cause peons a leech wanna suck out your blood
Imma just keep on till I've enough, with a wreath on my head like I'm Ceasar August
I've waited years, for them to acknowledge me, so I don't got time for apologies
Knew who I was I'm fulfilling the prophecy, to cook up this urban mythology

[Chorus]
Apollo, Apollo, Apollo
A leader in they're hearts, when I go they follow
A master of the arts, but this ain't Frida Kahlo
Goin' for the gold, on the road that El Dorado
Apollo, Apollo, Apollo
A leader in they're hearts, when I go they follow
A master of the arts, but this ain't Frida Kahlo
Goin' for the gold, on the road that El Dorado