Текст песни Forbidden Fruit - One-2

Smoking double apple hookah on a Persian rug
Blowing forbidden fruit with my virgin lungs
At a young age,
Got the scoop and learned early on
The harsh realities of life in this world we from

Got all my game from my uncles, the alcoholic ones
Who were always drunk at every family function
They taught me to put the family first and trust nothing
Anybody cause the family hurt we gon' crush 'em
These are codes embedded in my genetics
Biggest percentage of my homies had broken homes
No humble beginnings
Descendants of Armenian refugees from a village
Who moved west
Cause our homes got bombarded and pillaged
It was at age six
First time I noticed opium residue on my fathers fingertips
By eleven I was stealing my mamas cigarettes
God forgive him I been sinnin' ya boys in the grips (huh)
My Ex called me up trippin'
I can't believe the bitch said I ruined her life in a long text
I kept trying to tell her you not gonna find no one better
She didn't listen
Made your bed, now lay in it
Gotta live with your decision
In life - we don't always end up with ones you begin with
If it's love lost, it probably wasn't love to begin with
See, I'm the type if I make it you can bet I'll put the homies on
Always stayed solid I never did the homies wrong
From an ancient blood line of Kings
I'm like a modern Sphinx
Cut from a rare cloth that got extinct
Generational curses, either break or it worsens
I'm trying to introduce my family to the finer things in life
Pray the gods and stay humble
All the homies relate cause we come from the same struggle

Smoking double apple hookah on a Persian rug
Blowing forbidden fruit with my virgin lungs
At a young age,
Got the scoop and learned early on
The harsh realities of life in this world we from
Smoking double apple hookah on a Persian rug