Apostles

[Intro: Fashawn] Statik Selektah Yeah Uh, yeah [Verse 1: Fashawn] 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 [Verse 2: Nas] 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) [Verse 3: Ezri] 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' [Outro] Once again we reveal the skill Money's growin' like grass with the mass appeal With the mass appeal Grass with the mass appeal