american pie ft. Jae Skeese Lyrics

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