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Bad Apples
Che Noir Big Ghost Ltd Ransom 38 Spesh
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Get the fuck off that punk smooth shit, man
Having visions of pistols blazing, the Wild
West, whiskey drinking and foul breath
Ten paces will blow your friends' faces all on that gal's dress
Quick Draw Ransom is what they call him, your boys in the bar drinking
I grip four handguns before you call 'em
Get turned into tumbleweeds when these vermin get under siege
I come to squeeze, and if they fathers are cowards, the sons can bleed
I'm around death, I ain't on par with these fake rappers
I'm a cancer to niggas on stage, photopictures and sound checks
Ate of the baddest apple, blazing the tabernacle
Had to ask you, not a question, put dents in your Adam's apple
Add a tackle, plus the force of The Rock in the baddest grapple
Had 'em baffled with the aura of Jesus when at the chapel
You don't know pain, no fear, dope game, no tears
Cocaine, Rogaine, nigga, we just tryna grow here
Yeah, I'm as cold as Alaska, you don't wanna go there
And oh yeah, you fucking with us? You ain't got no prayer
What you hoes think? I'm like Manute Bol in the paint
I'm too cool, I shoot you while holding my drink
Expose what you ain't, fuck your bankrolls
Put you in a wheelchair, you'll have to roll to the bank
Huh, nigga, I rose in the ranks
Why you act funny with your bros but to them hoes you a saint?
So I'ma put holes in your tank
Nigga, I'm institutionalized, I came home with a shank
Huh, you're not gangster, you just act dangerous
And your hoes from Craigslist and Backpages
I stack paper, you sack chasing
I put your family inside a bag like they potato sack racing
Huh, I hopped out the coupe with bitches
Got two hoes splitting my pole and no, I'm not superstitious
Huh, I'm swimming in a pool of riches
Forever, and my shooters stick together like a school of fishes, trust
Yo, look, uh
When I wanna eat dinner
With a gun, my pointer finger making love to the trigger
Yeah, deep thinker, I ain't learn these skills at Harvard
Boy, the legend of hip-hop birthed me, I'm Illmatic's daughter
Niggas think they free 'cause they engaged by the wrist
Fuck the amount of money you made if you ain't making no sense
All that fronting only made you a bitch
And all that testing the waters only made you a fish
I can smell when a Judas near, that's when I shoot to clear
Got it out the mud, I used the stairs, I had a student's ear
Being natural, I made it cool to wear, to how they do they hair, yeah
Look, shape of the queen, the truth is here
You still broke? 'Cause you niggas like to talk more than listen
Wasted time and talent, it's gon' cost more to spend it
I think different, I want my money to come legit
Ninety-nine problems, I'm tryna get to that one percent
My mind like a Rubik's, spent time as a student
Just providing the blueprint
Motivation to inspire the new kids
I had the touch of a Midas with music, my time is elusive
I spend my free time sipping wine at a Ruth Chris
Start my career when I move to the falls
And never stacking money with no plans of losing it all
Getting rich without school or a job
Jewels in the hands of a fool get wasted 'cause they using 'em wrong
Get the fuck off that punk smooth shit, man
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