Baddest Apple

Some people call me a bad apple

Yeah, I may be bruised, but I still taste sweet

Some people call me a bad apple

But I may be the sweetest APPLE on the tree

This ain’t what they want

But I’m just what they need

And where I’m from

Apples don’t fall too far from the tree

Daddy was a G told me don’t forget the streets

Born and raised in CPT on my way to Tennessee

Finna stick it up

gotta give it up

this gotta come with me.

Running from the red and blue

but all I want is green

And I told my team

set the table

time to gone and eat

Heard they don’t like them bad apples

guess we Finna see

Some people call me a bad apple

Yeah, I may be bruised, but I still taste sweet

Some people call me a bad apple

Bad Apple

Bad Apple

They say one bad apple it could ruin the bunch

And I guess that shit must be true

Cuz I’m with the baddest of ones

They try to throw us away

Cause we from down in the dumps

But I ain’t got no expiration date.

I’m real as they come.

I’m one of one

Smoking hottest cowboys under the sun

But I won’t never burn you

We gone do the job get her done!

I want to feast

feed my people from the west to the east

And ain’t no rotten mother truckers on the road stopping me

Hey hey

Some people call me a bad apple

Yeah, I may be bruised, but I still taste sweet

Some people call me a bad apple

But I may be the sweetest APPLE on the tree

(Contains interpolation from “Bad Apple” written by David Karl William Wilcox and published by Teddy Bear Musical Publishing/ Karl Music Inc (SOCAN). Used by permission. All rights reserved.)