[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