Ryler Smith - Apache - Lyrics
[Verse 1:]
Last supper until we rich
Up on these tables only strict affiliates
This shit we mastered it
One love one family
Sensing the iminence
High when the feeling hits
Family recipes
Secret ingredient
Yet you ain't a part of it
Exclusive y'all excluded
Crew love straight positive
Yuh
I dont give a fuck qbout your clichés
A nigga getting bucks like he T Pain
Trynna unshackle like Kinte
Yuh
Straight fucking in a heat wave
Only cool down on a freeway
Went from Savannah to Alpine
Yuh
Rappеrs need proof of a real one
Pop a bottle brut up in Piеdmont
Write a new album, y'all done
Yuh
Niggas ain't ready for the debut
24 years in a bed room
Wonder what could be the outcome
Yuh
You ain't mentioned in my toast
Cause we ain't really that close
Man shit ain't personal
Yuh
Why you act childish
You're over 25 son
So why you act fivish?
Nigga
[Hook:]
Yuh
I play my cards out
Life in these bars
Till my eyes or the stars out
We raised the stock up
You bought your shares
Watch em drop like Mufasa
Get what's deserved
Cigarette burning
Our routine too catchy
This land reserved
I take that urn
Returned it back to the Apache, uh
Apache
Apache
Apache, huh
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[Verse 2:]
Yuh
Rappers trynna act like they hard knox
Keep em all chained with a yard lock
Son we go hard shit don't stop
Yuh
Grilling they feelings no pork chops
Finna be a minute till they gon pop
On tracks with the
Brrr clack and a clack
This one a classic
Global connections
My network assassins
Put in work passion
Up in the stu, three nights
A nigga crashin'
Gotta get cash in, gotta eat
Gotta share bread with the family
Gotta get paid if you wanna breathe
Power to the people not the enmy
Been a couple of double shifts
Call it Blood sweat
I dont really give two shits
Ain't got my trust yet
Part of me is ready to flip
I better dip
Before they lift the jig up
Gotta be slick though
Tripped over plenty stones
Never less atoned
Piss no I dont give
Rappers who act sound
Flip round, I roundkick
All you half clowns
Get down or get loud
Or else get the FUCK OUT
[Hook:]
I play my cards out
Life in these bars
Till my eyes or the stars out
We raised the stock up
You bought your shares
Watch em drop like Mufasa
Get what's deserved
Cigarette burnin
Our routine too catchy
This land reserved
I take that urn
Returned it back to the Apache, uh
