Mr. Dibia$e - Apples and Coffee lyrics

[Verse 1] Every n***a 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, f** that I'm in the major league, weak n***as 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 n***a wake the f** up, you snoozing sort of peculiar Every wack rapper be feedin quarters to j**ellers 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 n***as isn't on my wavelength Most of these n***as 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 cla** kid Who likes to paint pictures of skinny b**hes with little a**es This life's a f**ing written bad script Last draft and the grammars rather inadequate Just for kicks I'mma type it in comic sans b**h 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 ba*tard who likes to pick fights and sh** Not hopin to smoke dro, though them n***as 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 n***as been spittin deliberate gibberish You lickin up the spit been sippin illiterate writtens Weak n***as afraid to die, like syphilis b**hes I'm fixing broke minds, sh** I'm a technician Half you n***as ain't living, you only existing Listen to the whole system, they solely be dissing My life consists of Hot summers and fine b**hes, I wish this was Christmas, my wish list is inconsistent Its six sixes of b**hes and six Christians I'm kind of a contradiction You n***as about to witness Im going to be whipping out my dick and f**ing the whole system [Y.S] Damn n***a, you gon' f** the whole entire system? [Hook]