Apple Crisp

[Chorus]
Now he back snapping like a Kit Kat
Or a wrist when it hit your chin strap
A nigga need cheese, where the crisps at
I got my bread, but where the chips at

[Verse 1]
Bench press every time I wake in the morn
I just wanna kick, push, and bake in a foreign
Samurai strike and never stop to sharpen his swords
Your shooter sink a swish
But still ain’t put his back in his form
Westfield mall grab
He façade as composed
See you could pop an Ollie off of his nose
Geppetto watching him go
The folio ain’t got a stock in it
Though watching him adopt the grin and pose
They applauded his control
Yeah I’m THE artist
Sparking a blunt, starting a scene
I need all this
Coffee and crеam, energy
And some sleep, honеst
And please don’t value my opinion
Not to seem dotty
I just don’t feel talky
Really I mean sorry
But you seem sloppy
A whole copy
And I could care less about
Your watch or your tee
Obviously
They gotta see Pop as the poppy of seeds
But I planted an olive tree
The roots are locked in the feed
Damn
You take the blessing of getting a second chance
You end up taking the L
You blame it on circumstance
Bro, every time, taking the risk is worth the chance
You can’t get to the apple pie without going ham
Thank you, Dan

[Bridge]
Face in the sand
Lacing my hands
Until the day
Should you burn your bridge across
I know you may
I know you made
I know you’re made of stars alike
I can see your constellation
Your light is burning out
You can’t hurt me
Please don’t hurt me
I’m not worth it, no
But i deserve it
I’ve been serving
I’m who hurt me
I know water
I’ve been surfing

[Verse 2]
I have been the bottle and the ship too
Pauper and a prince
Gotta be the block around the ginsu
Checking for the plot and how the script move
It’s simple
I gotta blow, pop is my initials
Honestly it’s either alchemy or wishbones
Had to keep a falcon in the end zone
I apologize for all the calls and audiences that I missed, though
I had to get a plan so I could sprint more
Damn
Well look at the kid
Look at his face
All in a year
Call it a day
All of my business
I couldn’t stand you, I can’t hate you
Cause I’m my only opposition
This shit is like a 50 man bout
Nigga don’t you stand down
Don’t pout when the semi come out
This is still in your house
Your rules, niggas sit on your couch
Oh you feeling like rick James now
You got yourself a hell of a plug
Cause getting stuck in your ways’ll be a hell of a drug
Tryna keep my bean on elephant tusk
Feeling flat on my back like Tom Brady
Left with the pump
But then I come to an ease
Each of my locs are set to come with a key
The combination is me
And you niggas can keep on running your teeth
I’m running far for a forest
Just so I can see the sun through the trees
Yeah, it's P