Lyrics Apple Pie - Tha God Fahim

Apple Pie

Weed to get the day started
Check the bullets in the K cartridge
Many of our peeps dearly departed
Victims of the underworld black market
The government got us all a target
We been trapped in this shit since before black cats
activist, we still on the blacklist
Fully submerged in the acid
Dress ragged, looking for ways to make the next dollar
Any colored collar, going against the rules of the father
Veins cold as a Pina Colada
Scope visions of hope, innocent is
Choking between ropes when the poverty’s hotter
We all need some kind of outlet, couldn’t come out yet
Ever since he’s broke, got red on his outfit
Got killed on some out-the-house shit
Moms got blessed with the funeral ticket
Six thousand years ago, it wasn’t this wicked
So many souls constantly lifted
They ask me why
I make dua and salat
'Cause the god dump on so many niggas, I forgot
I’m tired, these bills come and got a nigga fried
Aside from that, me and my niggas wanna ride
I can smell that apple pie, da-da-da
I said I’m tired, these bills come and got a nigga fried
Aside from that, me and my niggas wanna ride
I can smell that apple pie, da-da-da
I used to find life to be special
So many things I let go
But still I’m kinda blessed, though
Even when I’m depressed, though
I wrote this manifesto
For when I’m feeling a mess, yo
You may not be impressed, though
The devils voice in the echo
Legends never die, warriors never cry
Put that on every line, so I’m forever fly
And when you rap, nigga
You telling every lie
And you a hella spy, so you forever pie
Telling more lies, nigga my war cries
Sever more ties
You suffer more pride
Asking my tour guide
Who tells me more sides
Niggas ain’t trustworthy
So I need more eyes
I’m tired, these bills come and got a nigga fried
Aside from that, me and my niggas wanna ride
I can smell that apple pie, da-da-da
I said I’m tired, these bills come and got a nigga fried
Aside from that, me and my niggas wanna ride
I can smell that apple pie, da-da-da