Apache Blood
Mic check, mic check, mic check
Right here
Mic check, mic check
Yeah
You can't get nothing for free
You got to rack me up, aye
Copper skin on me
That's that Apache blood, aye
Pride in my DNA okay
Heart in my DNA okay
Star in my DNA okay
All in my DNA okay
I got to hit the ten
I'm blowing through with the wind
Aye, aye
Know I'mma get the win
I know I'mma get the win
Aye, aye
Tell 'em I'm different
'Cause they never get the hint
Aye, aye
I might've missed me one
But I never miss again
Aye, aye
You gon' be playing yourself
When you play with my people nem
Aye, aye
Do 'em like Kansas
Burn 'em and chief on them
Aye, aye
Used to have negative thoughts in me
Like will I sink or swim
Aye, aye
Imagine how they gone react
When I do it one deep on them
Aye, aye
You can't get nothing for free
You gotta rack me up, aye
Copper skin on me
That's that Apache blood, aye
Pride in my DNA okay
Heart in my DNA okay
Star in my DNA okay
All in my DNA oh
Ego oversized
Come with pros and cons
See the envy?
Why?
I'm a chosen God
Intro to the higher me
I meditate on anxiety
See I'm different
I think outside the box
That's why Amazon had to fire me
Ain't no slave bitch I'm a chief
Bloodline Mississippi
Tryna' be the first one with a milli
Candy cars sitting pretty
Beats so hard slap a nigga silly
Sound booming all through the H
But the reach go from here to Philly
It go live in the inner-city
You can't get nothing for free
You got to rack me up, aye
Copper skin on me
That's that Apache blood, aye
Pride in my DNA okay
Heart in my DNA okay
Star in my DNA okay
All in my DNA okay
Run up a million, aye
What we living in?
My lady spicy like cinnamon
And she feminine
Used to wait for doors to open
Now I kick em in
If I let you in before
Can't let you in again
Oh
You know how it go
Ridding on the west
'Bout to hit the corner store
Oh
I be on the road
Used to stay by 44
If you know, you know
Switching it up for days
I never got used to the fade
They came from New Orleans with locs
Now they got us doing the same
From LA to Cali to flock to the town
'Cause Houston a wave
The sound don't go out of style
They still be screwin' them tapes
Right here
Mic check, mic check
Yeah
You can't get nothing for free
You got to rack me up, aye
Copper skin on me
That's that Apache blood, aye
Pride in my DNA okay
Heart in my DNA okay
Star in my DNA okay
All in my DNA okay
I got to hit the ten
I'm blowing through with the wind
Aye, aye
Know I'mma get the win
I know I'mma get the win
Aye, aye
Tell 'em I'm different
'Cause they never get the hint
Aye, aye
I might've missed me one
But I never miss again
Aye, aye
You gon' be playing yourself
When you play with my people nem
Aye, aye
Do 'em like Kansas
Burn 'em and chief on them
Aye, aye
Used to have negative thoughts in me
Like will I sink or swim
Aye, aye
Imagine how they gone react
When I do it one deep on them
Aye, aye
You can't get nothing for free
You gotta rack me up, aye
Copper skin on me
That's that Apache blood, aye
Pride in my DNA okay
Heart in my DNA okay
Star in my DNA okay
All in my DNA oh
Ego oversized
Come with pros and cons
See the envy?
Why?
I'm a chosen God
Intro to the higher me
I meditate on anxiety
See I'm different
I think outside the box
That's why Amazon had to fire me
Ain't no slave bitch I'm a chief
Bloodline Mississippi
Tryna' be the first one with a milli
Candy cars sitting pretty
Beats so hard slap a nigga silly
Sound booming all through the H
But the reach go from here to Philly
It go live in the inner-city
You can't get nothing for free
You got to rack me up, aye
Copper skin on me
That's that Apache blood, aye
Pride in my DNA okay
Heart in my DNA okay
Star in my DNA okay
All in my DNA okay
Run up a million, aye
What we living in?
My lady spicy like cinnamon
And she feminine
Used to wait for doors to open
Now I kick em in
If I let you in before
Can't let you in again
Oh
You know how it go
Ridding on the west
'Bout to hit the corner store
Oh
I be on the road
Used to stay by 44
If you know, you know
Switching it up for days
I never got used to the fade
They came from New Orleans with locs
Now they got us doing the same
From LA to Cali to flock to the town
'Cause Houston a wave
The sound don't go out of style
They still be screwin' them tapes
Credits
Writer(s): Christophersmith-green
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