[Travis Scott]
She say your bad ass always had a thing for sweets
Guess that´s why I´m so hot on the street
Won´t 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 that´s why I´m so hot on the street
Won´t you come over and eat with me?
And let me show you how to whip-whip-whip-whip that recipe

[Travis Scott]
I don´t want your apple pie, mama
Yeah, I ain´t tryna dap up niggas blockin´ me
Yeah, made it out the spot, straight to Quintana
And I´m 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 can´t they just leave me lone?

[Travis Scott]
´Cause I don´t want your apple pie, no, no, mama
I don´t want your apple pie, no, yeah
I don´t want your apple pie, mama
I don´t 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 don´t want your apple pie, mama
I need my own pepper, please
My own legacy, my own recipe

[Travis Scott]

I came to get it nominated
From a spot that y´all seen Bun B blow up (Woah)
I hate to break your heart, I bet I´ll make the mark
That y´all see a legacy go up (Woah)
Goyard done break your pockets
Boy, I´m out in Paris lettin´ all these beats go up (Woah)
I make in one appearance
What these niggas hatin´ makin´ in four seasons (Woah)
H-Town, know we gon´ stunt
I´m for real and your Rollie tick (Woah)
Look, bitch, this the Rodeo
But I ain´t goin´ out for your bullshit (Woah)
And I don´t want your apple pie, mama (Woah)
I don´t wanna dap up niggas blockin´ me (Woah)
I am everything except a rapper

Shit, I got at least twenty-five lighters on my dresser, aw, yeah (Woah)

[ Travis Scott]
Roxanne tonight
Roxanne tonight (Yup, yup)
Roxanne tonight (Yup, yup, yup)
Roxanne tonight (Yup, yup, yup)
Roxanne tonight (Yup, yup, yup)
Roxanne tonight (Yup, yup, yup)

[ T.I.]
Huh, que será, será, so the story goes
On and on and back and forth, the evolution´s absolute
Tours and shows and groupie whores
Wouldn´t hesitate if he had to shoot, though he´d rather not

Forever been the elephant in the room
That everyone can´t 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, you´ve 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