This sound like water in the heat of July
Or like my slice of American pie
Still breaking down the green, I know it's fragile but I handle with pride
I be chilling with my feet in the tide
They catch a tan in the heat of the times
Need to second just to breathe and recline
I be keeping it kind but I still be peaking through blinds
Around here, it be snakes in the vines
You gotta cut em while they're shaking and jiving
Somebody said it's all about timing
Or who you run into when you steady climbing
I came into the game with some impeccable rhyming
I saw it like the stars were aligned
The first time I didn't hear it like the call was declining
Shit that I had never decode
I knew niggas that would make it in the same year that they would blow it
That showed me that it ain't about the moment
It ain't about the money or the cars and the potions
Only wanna be praised for the potency
I been thinking of the different ways for you to notice me
I been hopping in and out my bag but not a grocery
Then I see the world and say "is this how it's supposed to be?"
Is this how it's supposed to be?
This sounds like angels when they finally rise
Or my slice of American pie
My american pie
My american pie
I know the system that I cannot rely
I hope my slice will get better with time
Yea yea
Pr0 Social what's good with you man
We here
It's no way to keep this shit brief
They swapped the sugar for salt in the recipe
Still had the nerve to try and call this dish sweet
Like this life is peachy
I'm speaking freely now, there were days it wasn't quite this easy
For tryna learn to read and write
You would get sliced like sashimi
Or a whip to your discs
We played our parts and we deserving
Now we're flipping the scripts
Made meals from the scraps of animals that they had slaughtered
Our lives was traded and bartered
Coffee got boiled with tainted water
Served with a slice of that finest pie
Present day I still can't stand still inside my idle time
Got me pacing in my kitchen
Tryna find the perfection combination of ingredients
That I can mix to stay in conversations
With the hottest most creative
Need my bread with the yeast
I know its rising when I'm baking
Can't disguise it if it tasteless
Got me breaking all these curses
I surprised them when I made it
Tried to serve it since they birthed us
Now that pie is in their faces
That's my word
This sounds like angels when they finally rise
Or my slice of American pie
My american pie
My american pie
I know the system that I cannot rely
I hope my slice will get better with time
Yea yea