AMERICAN PIE Songtext
von Recoechi

Damn! Aye shorty
Oh my f*cking God this b*tch bussin!
I′m coming back!
They need a ramp though, but I'm coming back!
On everything I love
They got that shit in this motherf*cker
What the hell?
Tee Tee, what you talking bout?
We work this hard and ain′t even make it nowhere
They talking about "American Pie"
Excuse me, excuse me
Tee Tee, excuse me
-crowd noises-
You know what they got you out here consuming?
Gas! I just got it, FLAVAZ!
You even know where you from for real?
Chicago!
Do you know, do you know your roots?
Let me tell you


We been vapor
Been magic in vein
Gold mine
Lineage of the sun and ain't it like the darkness
To try and sap the light
Reminisce on where we come from
What made us
Why crave a piece of the pie
That was never intended for you?

Here, the heat is kept on
And under pressure
Disgusted by our dishes
Just to use the same ingredients then gentrify our recipes
Call it home
Home cooked
Sell it for more than its worth
To those that they deem worthless like
We don't make up 90 percent of the filling
Feeling like we gotta work harder just for crumbs
Leftovers
While they gorge themselves on the sweetness
We′re baked into a rut
Then we rise
And demand a seat at the table