Bobbing For Apples
I always told my brothers to go where the love is
It's deep surviving off a life you know is destructive
That wheel of fortune you been riding been holding some punches, fuck it
He stiff you like a pagan you know who you hugging
Friends turn enemies real quick but we learn how to sussy it
You got to mitigate some things when you working on something
And if they don't see your vision, they're bound to disrupt it
The most insecure of sinners make comfortable judgements
Talking to myself about some shit that ain't up for discussion
I got worse habits that my bad ones are using as buffers
They said I'm wise beyond my years but they killing me this a graze
He rather play tug of war with his patience then trust it
Bobbing for apples
I'm trying to breathe with my face in a bucket
Sink my teeth into the fruits of my labor
Just once before I suffocate under the weight of this weight that I brung in
A right to make my mark and patent or stay in the assumption
Curse of the conscious
Curse of the woke rapper
Versus the majors, versus the dope rapper
Versus the critics
Versus the grown man upstairs that's
Helping me write these verses, it don't add up
But still keeping score
Whilst counting my neck shot
They put some sharp things in my back like a hedgehog
The comments had some flame emojis, they said it's red-hot
But really bro it's colder than the heart of that bitch like a dead dog
So I'm caught between your tight budget and what my worth is
Very little
That's what a human walking the earth is
In the bigger picture, fuck how you frame it don't change your purpose
Same way that the bands that you making don't change your person
That person we all know
What can we do tho
Thought we knew his true color
Now he look two-toned
So many bad connections, I got a new phone
I just pray I die in peace and not pieces when I get called home
Fuck it, I don't even care man I just go with it fam
It's love until it's not blood, I just don't get attached
That's how I cope with these men
Nobodies holding my hand, trust me
No one but the women I've slept with can say they bust me
Hardest working rapper in the country
Never thirsty but I'm hungry
It's deep surviving off a life you know is destructive
That wheel of fortune you been riding been holding some punches, fuck it
He stiff you like a pagan you know who you hugging
Friends turn enemies real quick but we learn how to sussy it
You got to mitigate some things when you working on something
And if they don't see your vision, they're bound to disrupt it
The most insecure of sinners make comfortable judgements
Talking to myself about some shit that ain't up for discussion
I got worse habits that my bad ones are using as buffers
They said I'm wise beyond my years but they killing me this a graze
He rather play tug of war with his patience then trust it
Bobbing for apples
I'm trying to breathe with my face in a bucket
Sink my teeth into the fruits of my labor
Just once before I suffocate under the weight of this weight that I brung in
A right to make my mark and patent or stay in the assumption
Curse of the conscious
Curse of the woke rapper
Versus the majors, versus the dope rapper
Versus the critics
Versus the grown man upstairs that's
Helping me write these verses, it don't add up
But still keeping score
Whilst counting my neck shot
They put some sharp things in my back like a hedgehog
The comments had some flame emojis, they said it's red-hot
But really bro it's colder than the heart of that bitch like a dead dog
So I'm caught between your tight budget and what my worth is
Very little
That's what a human walking the earth is
In the bigger picture, fuck how you frame it don't change your purpose
Same way that the bands that you making don't change your person
That person we all know
What can we do tho
Thought we knew his true color
Now he look two-toned
So many bad connections, I got a new phone
I just pray I die in peace and not pieces when I get called home
Fuck it, I don't even care man I just go with it fam
It's love until it's not blood, I just don't get attached
That's how I cope with these men
Nobodies holding my hand, trust me
No one but the women I've slept with can say they bust me
Hardest working rapper in the country
Never thirsty but I'm hungry
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Writer(s): Mrunal Dave, D'artizt, Cheyney Raybert Ranger
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