Apples and Coffee

[Verse 1] Every nigga want a wrap, me too one toasted Black olives, top it off with some almond soda Swallow a awful lot like a flock of some dying orphans Spitting cyanide poison, third eye with a righteous motive Heaven only knows the foresight of this mighty moment Steady investing in gold tokens, im toking this foreign potent Malatov toss it like a softball, fuck that I'm in the major league, weak niggas I'm overthrowing Heavy dosing on a lot of whatever your doctor ordered Robotic as lobotomized toddlers, no frontal lobe Prose colder than Kafka eatin a chilli bowl So sovereign, solely controllin this life line Toads pouring in, from the depths of this shining sky Only soul I've sold is those from Jordan 4's Eyesight of life is twice that of the typical consumer Nigga wake the fuck up, you snoozing sort of peculiar Every wack rapper be feedin quarters to jewellers Spending every cent his head is empty as jupiter He lose his fools gold, so this misfortunate news to her She dump him real hard as sitting on porcelain pooin' turds Noose around his neck wish his mother never choose to birth Dudes delusions got him missin from the universe [Hook] Most of these niggas isn't on my wavelength Most of these niggas is blind to what's blatant My friends and I questioning life on a daily basis What's the real deal what lies in imagination [Verse 2] But then again I'm probably just a middle class kid Who likes to paint pictures of skinny bitches with little asses This life's a fucking written bad script Last draft and the grammars rather inadequate Just for kicks I'mma type it in comic sans bitch Rewriting my lines a tad bit Plotting more violent riots, with a accent Storyline I don't like it, I'mma cast myself as a highlife king And you? A skinny bastard who likes to pick fights and shit Not hopin to smoke dro, though them niggas better green light the script I been fighting the system, uppercut jab hook pow right in the kisser Why's it that my mind's thinking Of this insignificant kiss I was given You niggas been spittin deliberate gibberish You lickin up the spit been sippin illiterate writtens Weak niggas afraid to die, like syphilis bitches I'm fixing broke minds, shit I'm a technician Half you niggas ain't living, you only existing Listen to the whole system, they solely be dissing My life consists of Hot summers and fine bitches, I wish this was Christmas, my wish list is inconsistent Its six sixes of bitches and six Christians I'm kind of a contradiction You niggas about to witness Im going to be whipping out my dick and fucking the whole system [Y.S] Damn nigga, you gon' fuck the whole entire system? [Hook]