Face still dry, wasnt born wit shit fuk ya slice of pie
How high? nigga, higher than the kites they fly
Yellow matter custard, green slop pie, all mixed together with a dead dog’s eye.
Just thanking the holy fatherhe made a star and shita youngin still ain't die
Physical making life miserable keep smoking until dragons and tattooed
And you wonder why you,can never seem to get a piece of the american pie dude
I like to use the word like magic.
So drop the slam and let's get sick
I end rappers like chapters i spend masters like bankers
No congressional reppers, no respectable rappers
Gotti here, i’m in this shit
This is american pie unrated,
Like i said i run this bitch like im the fuckin reverend
I got a penny in my pocket, million in the trunk
But we having sex tonight
I wonder what heaven is like
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