I don't know why I'm so high on the street Won't you and your friends come eat with me And let me show you how to make their recipe She said your bad ass always had a thing for sweets Guess that's why I'm so high on the street Won't you come over and eat with me And let me show you how to rip, rip, rip, rip their recipe I don't want your apple pie mama I ain't tryna die for niggas blockin' me Made it out the spot straight to Katana And I'm still that nigga with diamonds on my blocker I say when they come at me I bet they have some backup I bet I take your bitch she take that dick straight up the stasher Keep an ounce of garlic just to keep away the tracklers I just seek out to find my home Why can't they just leave me alone Cause I don't want your apple pie no no mama I don't want your apple pie no yeah I don't want your apple pie mama I don't want your apple pie no more I need my own pepper, pepper creams, pepper, pepper seeds Need my own remedy, remedy, my own legacy Yeah, I don't want your apple pie mama I need my own pepper creams, my own legacy, my own recipe I came to get it nominated from a spot that y'all seen Bun B blow up I hate to break your heart, I better make a mark that y'all see a legacy go up Go y'all to break your pockets, boy, I'm out in pairs lettin' all these beats go out I'm makin' one appearance, what these niggas hatin', makin' it four seasons H-town, no we gon' sign, I'm for real and your rollie tick Luck bitch, this the rodeo, but I ain't goin' out for your bullshit And I don't want your apple pie mama I don't wanna dab with niggas blockin' me I am everything except a rapper Shit, I got it lit, 25 lighters on my dresser Roxanne and I, Roxanne and I, Roxanne and I, Roxanne and I Left, left, left, left, left, left, left, left, left Case of rasta, rasta, so the story goes On and on and back and forth The evolution's absolute Tours and shows with groupie whores Wouldn't hesitate if he had to shoot Though he rather not For I ever been an elephant in the room But everyone can't wait to rent a Teleback The head to the body of the belligerent militant group That sponsors the revolution that will not be televised Decide to cross those little guys You've obviously been ill-advised Yet and still, the question that arises to the mind Will he make it? Was it worth it? Did he win? Will he survive? The rodeo