Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Apple Pie, artist - Tha God Fahim. Album song Dump Goat, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 03.09.2017
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Tha God Fahim
Song language: English
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 |