Bad Apples

[Intro]

Get the fuck off that punk smooth shit, man

[Verse 1: Ransom]

Havin' visions of pistols blazin’, the Wild West

Whiskey drinkin' and foul breath

Ten paces'll blow your friends faces all on that gal’s dress

Quick draw Ransom is what they call him

Your boy's in the bar drinking, grip four handguns before you call him

Get turned into tumbleweeds when these vermin get under seige

I come to squeeze and if they father's a coward, 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 for the pictures and sound checks

Ated the baddest apple, blazin' 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 and 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 fuckin' with us, you ain't got no prayer

[Verse 2: 38 Spesh]

What you hoes think?

I'm like Manute Bol in the paint

I’m too cool, I shoot you while holdin' 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 splittin' my pole and no, I'm not superstitious

Huh, I'm swimmin' in a pool of riches

Forever, and my shooters stick together like a school of fishes, trust

[Verse 3: Che Noir]

Yo, look, go on a hunt when I wanna eat dinner

With a gun, my pointer finger makin' 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 makin' no sense

All that frontin' only made you a bitch

And all that testin' 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 air

Bein' 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

Wastin' time on tellin', 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 ruby, spent time as a student

Just providin' 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 sippin' wine at a Ruth's Chris

Started my career when I moved to the Falls

And never stack your money with no plans of losin' it all

Gettin' rich without school or a job

Jewels in the hands of a fool get wasted 'cause they usin' 'em wrong

[Outro]

Get the fuck off that punk smooth shit, man