text: She say your bad ass always had a thing for sweets
  Guess thats why Im so hot on the street
  Wont you and your friends come eat with me?
  And let me show you how to whip that recipe
  She say your bad ass always had a thing for sweets
  Guess thats why Im so hot on the street
  Oh, wont you come over and eat with me?
  And let me show you how to whip-whip-whip-whip that recipe
  I dont want your apple pie, mama
  Yeah, I aint tryna dap up niggas blockin me
  Yeah, made it out the spot, straight to Quintana
  And Im still that nigga with diamonds on my blocka
  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 Draculas
  I just seek out to find my home, why cant they just leave me lone?
  Cause I dont want your apple pie, no, no, mama
  I dont want your apple pie, no, yeah
  I dont want your apple pie, mama
  I dont want your apple pie no more
  I need my own pepper pepper, please, pepper, pepper seeds
  Need my own reme-remedy, my own legacy
  Yeah, I dont want your apple pie, mama
  I need my own pepper, please
  My own legacy, my own recipe
  I came to get it nominated
  From a spot that yall seen Bun B blow up 
  I hate to break your heart, I bet Ill make the mark
  That yall see a legacy go up 
  Goyard done break your pockets
  Boy, Im out in Paris lettin all these beats go up 
  I make in one appearance
  What these niggas hatin makin in four seasons 
  H-Town, know we gon stunt
  Im for real and your Rollie tick 
  Look, bitch, this the Rodeo
  But I aint goin out for your bullshit 
  And I dont want your apple pie, mama 
  I dont wanna dap up niggas blockin me 
  I am everything except a rapper
  Shit, I got at least twenty-five lighters on my dresser, aw, yeah 
  Roxanne tonight
  Roxanne tonight 
  Roxanne tonight 
  Roxanne tonight 
  Roxanne tonight 
  Roxanne tonight 
  Huh, que será, será, so the story goes
  On and on and back and forth, the evolutions absolute
  Tours and shows and groupie whores
  Wouldnt hesitate if he had to shoot, though hed rather not
  Forever been the elephant in the room
  That everyone cant wait to run and tell about
  The head to the body of the belligerent militant group
  That sponsors the revolution that will not be televised
  Decide to cross those lil guys, youve 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