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che noir & big ghost ltd - bad apples lyrics

[intro]
get the f+ck off that punk smooth sh+t, 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 n+ggas 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, n+gga, we just tryna grow here
yeah, i’m as cold as alaska, you don’t wanna go there
and oh yeah, you f+ckin’ 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
f+ck your bankrolls, put you in a wheelchair, you’ll have to roll to the bank
huh, n+gga, 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
n+gga, 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 b+tches
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 sk!lls at harvard
boy, the legend of hip+hop birthed me, i’m illmatic’s daughter
n+ggas think they free ’cause they engaged by the wrist
f+ck the amount of money you made if you ain’t makin’ no sense
all that frontin’ only made you a b+tch
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 n+ggas 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 f+ck off that punk smooth sh+t, man

- che noir big ghost ltd lyrics

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