Mom's Apple Pie - Tyrone Davis

Give it up, you got a bucket list that makes you scream fuck And there's only one thing on it, but it's enough To break it tough Smoke a dart, tell her that you love her and she'll break your heart Cause you know she doesn't want it But that's a part, of growing up I can be sweet but i'm no apple pie I can be sweet but i'm no apple pie So you've let go of your balloon and its too high Doesn't help that you can't fly This has gone way too far I don't want to be the apple of your eye I don't want to be the apple of your eye And Stop. banging on the door i wish you'd learnt to knock I'm sick of all your notes and letters, i'm not the post There just down the road I know you wanted to be that guy You can be sweet but your no apple pie So you've let go of your balloon and its too high Doesn't help that you can't fly This has gone way too far I don't want to be the apple of your eye I don't want to be the apple of your eye I forget about the repercussions I forget i'm going to leave you running If only i weren't so stubborn I still forget to preheat the oven If only i weren't so stubborn If only i weren't so stubborn If only i weren't so stubborn I still forget to preheat the oven So you've let go of your balloon and its too high Doesn't help that you can't fly This has gone way too far I don't want to be the apple of your eye I don't want to be the apple of your eye I don't want to be the level you retry I don't want to be the pad to your thai If i want to be a spy i'll go join the FBI But i don't want to be the apple of your eye I can be sweet but i'm no apple pie

She say your bad ass always had a thing for sweets Guess that's why I'm so hot on the street Won't you and your friends come eat with me And let me show you how to whip that recipe She say your bad ass always had a thing for sweets Guess that's why I'm so hot on the street Won't you come over and eat with me And let me show you how to whip-whip-whip-whip that recipe I don't want your apple pie, mama, yeah I ain't tryna dap up niggas blockin' me, yeah Made it out the spot, straight to Quintana And I'm still that nigga with diamonds on my blocka I say when they come at me I bet they have some backup I bet I take your bitch, she take that dick straight up the stasher Keep an ounce of garlic just to keep away the Draculas I just seek out to find my home, why can't they just leave me 'lone? 'Cause I don't want your apple pie, no no mama I don't want your apple pie, no, yeah I don't want your apple pie, mami I don't want your apple pie no more I need my own pepper pepper, please, pepper, pepper seeds Need my own reme-remedy, my own legacy Yeah, I don't want your apple pie, mama I need my own pepper please My own legacy, my own recipe I came to get it nominated From a spot that y'all seen Bun B blow up I hate to break your heart, I bet I'll make the mark That y'all see a legacy go up Goyard done break your pockets Boy I'm out in Paris lettin' all these beats go up I make in one appearance what these niggas hatin' makin' in four seasons H-Town, know we gon' stunt I'm for real and your Rollie tick Look bitch, this the Rodeo But I ain't goin' out for your bullshit And I don't want your apple pie, mama I don't wanna dap up niggas blockin' me I am everything except a rapper Shit I got it lit, 25 lighters on my dresser, oh, yeah Roxanne tonight Roxanne tonight (Yup, yup) Roxanne tonight (Yup, yup, yup) Roxanne tonight (Yup, yup, yup) Roxanne tonight (Yup, yup, yup) Roxanne tonight (Yup, yup, yup) Que será, será, so the story goes On and on and back and forth, the evolution's absolute Tours and shows and groupie whores Wouldn't hesitate if he had to shoot Though he'd rather not Forever been the elephant in the room That everyone can't wait to run and tell about The head to the body of the belligerent militant group That sponsors the revolution that will not be televised Decide to cross those lil' guys, you've obviously been ill-advised Yet and still, the question that arises to the mind Will he make it? Was it worth it? Did he win? Will he survive? The Rodeo

Just another victim of the... victim of the ghetto Just Another victim, that's how it goes, ooh Heavy foot traffic jam the hallway all day Adolescence working for small pay World so little he could never leave his block His home bullet riddled so he always need his Glock He coast with his eye open, keep his metal smoking Young wasted minds fiending on dimes, coking Forgot kids quick to break rules and known to make fools Out of many, down the streets we more safe than school There's no diploma that can break you from the coma Of a bloody war in the country, the youth hungry On the corner hyenas amongst me Yapping about the stories they be hearing, always swearing Can't even spell the shit that he be wearing Caught up in the silk web of material Superficial stains ya brain tissue, that's the issue The young is lost at their own cost, dreaming Screaming how we never hold positions, that's the meaning Mothers of murder victims share the same grief The elderly shake their head in disbelief And no relief came till I aimed And blast one shot and left my name... the GZA Just another victim of the... victim of the ghetto Just Another victim, that's how it goes, ooh My residence is a city where army veterans smoke rocks On torn down blocks, drug spots set up their shops And cops watch innocent niggas roaming flocks Romanism in tops, papers and knots Churches and liquor stores on every corner plot To get money knots some funny niggas act like They could pop Glocks and those who can't cop Sisters giving up ass a lot, brothers giving up cash a lot Babies struggling to become someone because their parent's not Just another victim of the ghetto, where lost minds settle When the devils uncivil society and die free With double 'W' followed by J-D around the necks and wrists The God is now a dog, the Earth is called a bitch And all my people wish to get rich in this wilderness to push a Lexus Ice on everything from rings and bracelets to the necklaces Children molested within these pest infested buildings Seeds uneducated in these schools, paint on the ceilings Is peeling off, but all I see is lost black babies calling "Please somebody save me, please somebody save me" Just another victim of the... victim of the ghetto Just Another victim, that's how it goes, ooh Just another victim of the... victim of the ghetto Just Another victim, that's how it goes, ooh Just another... just another... victim of the ghetto