Letra The apple Apollo Brown

The apple

I'm a Black woman. I come from a Black woman who came from a Black woman who came from a Black woman, and I'm gonna give birth to a Black woman as her own [?]. We're impeccable, we're special, and the role's just what it has gonna have to do with that
Uh, Black woman
Look

As I talked to this crowd, this for my sisters on their grind to witty bonus and crowns
Like chocolate and brown, apostle and Paul
Dressed like there are red carpets around
But still comfortable, bear faces with lip gloss on their mouth
It's battles, the fight
You was never as flashy as tight
Being a girl that's independent and Black, it's a price
Who was a queen without a king?
You have the apple of desire, but [?] and took a bite
You cried a hundred times, because a life that cuts your ties, my n****s
Stay holy and proud, 'cause with the time the sun will rise, my sisters
But you ain't lying yourself, and I wonder why, my sister
You can't see what I see
Guess that's why love is blind, my n***a
Real beauty his flaws, beauty his God
Beauty is when you wanna give up, but you choose to be strong
Beauty is a queen with self-love and confident with her natural hair
[?] no have to wear

Uh, I could turn a pen into a dollar
Turn a couch to a bed, with this crown on my head, 'cause I'm the realest
I can keep a natural crown made from the hair in my comb
I can turn a chair into a throne, 'cause I'm the realest
I could turn a pen into a dollar
Turn a couch to a bed, with this crown on my head, 'cause I'm the realest
I can keep a natural crown made from the hair in my comb
I can turn a chair into a throne, 'cause I'm the realest

I've got the wrong keys to my garden or notà
My hair are like my [?]
All my life I would have ever provide some principles
Generational cappin', oh well
Before I go, [?] natural self
It's daddy, just know I'm proud of you, I love you and cherish the kisses
The feminine offspring, [?]
Daddy's baby girl in this crazy world we live in
It's such a shady world for my baby girl to live in
When I ain't worry about it, I ain't [?] on you
I know you'll probably have to figure out 'bout time you [?]
Stand 2020 to 2025, sneaker on you
[?] dirt bags, will be creeping on you
Every weekend on, and if you give it to hustle, man
Make sure you've got a daughter and you keep a lawyer
If they ask about your momma, don't get [?]
If they ask about your father, you can say he was the realest

Uh, I could turn a pen into a dollar
Turn a [?] in bed, with this crown on my head, 'cause I'm the realest
I can keep a natural crown made from the hair in my comb
I can turn a chair into a throne, 'cause I'm the realest
I could turn a pen into a dollar
Turn a [?] in bed, with this crown on my head, 'cause I'm the realest
I can keep a natural crown made from the hair in my comb
I can turn a chair into a throne, 'cause I'm the realest (Realest, realest, realest)