Sweet ( Potato Pie )

Brother Ali

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    Hot in the daytime I ain't buying no pumpkin pie
    Bake the sweet potato kind, kick it up a notch
    No recipe involved it's all memorized
    Customized so each one, one of a kind
    No disrespect implied but your great grandma recipe she made for Sunday time ain't fucking with mine
    Yeah I rhyme kind of nice, but my sweet potato pie slice will get me five mics
    Nothing out a box or a can
    It's all natural, that which grows out the land
    Toss 'em in a pan, mix the white with the brown sugar
    Got the mixing bowl looking like my children
    Hop in and I drown them in the butter sauce
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    Cinnamon, nutmeg, almond, vanilla
    If I tell y'all the rest, well then I got to kill ya
    Even if I give you a list of the ingredients
    Step by step instructions on how to season it
    Just how to set your oven when preheating it
    Shit just ain't gonna taste the same unless Ali did it
    I ain't just putting pie on your table
    I'm trying to bring a tear for your eye for your baby
    Let you see how I feel inside when you taste it
    I love you and I would die for you baby
    Them old ladies got it right when they [?]
    Told the young man this life get kind of crazy
    Taking what they gave me and I made it something beautiful
    Old people know that you got to feed your soul
    I know the struggle can be crushing, it'll leave you with a hunger for some loving
    Make something out of nothing
    Come and get some comfort for your stomach
    Your Brother pulling something lovely out the oven

    Alright, real talk, the pie became a problem
    Cause I ain't getting talker but I'm steady getting wider
    And my blood sugar rising and my heart got to clogging
    My guy had to pull me to the side, got to talking 'bout
    "You supposed to be eating to live
    You shouldn't even keep sweets at your crib
    You need to be healthy for your kids
    Boy, you don't need to get
    Diabetes, you can lose your feet to that shit
    Each pie is what? A cup of sugar, half a stick of butter
    How many slices of that shit you sticking in your stomach?
    I mean, you always been a little fluffy
    But keep it up and you gonna be a Chris Farley looking motherfucker
    I mean, I hear that you're not smoking or drinking
    So you probably use the food that you make when you're escaping
    Maybe just take it out of regular rotation
    Save it for a special occasion
    Truncate it."

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    Holidays is over y'all. 2012 is here. The pies is down and the bars is up. Morning in America, Dreaming In Color. I got this one.

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