Rotten Apple

Rotten Apple - Royal Flush Lyrics

Dwellin' in the Rotten Apple, you get tackled

Or caught by the devil's lasso, shit is a hassle



Hook (2x):

Dwellin' in the Rotten Apple, you get tackled

Dwellin, dwellin' in the Rotten Apple, you get tackled

Dwellin' in the Rotten Apple, you get tackled

Or caught by the devil's lasso, shit is a hassle



Verse 1:

As a young men, walking in these streets where my gun clean

To sell grams to chop chop make the extra ends

The ??? to make me inhale within

All the reefa that I choke don't provoke get smoked

Half your team left buddy problem solve with coke

Treats is no joke in traces with cancer from gun smoke

Open up your eyes and realize at time fly by

What up with chulas I didn't leave myself sometime

Staying laced up chasing absolute with crime

These streets is mine I guess I'm black and strapping by nine

Although I'm going through a lot busting cops for props

Keeping loose rocks for every fiend

I didn't sweat to death thinking bout the seed I got to bless

Although I rest god leave some money in his chest

God bless all my people's lying up state to death

Street stress I try to see a billion nothing less



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Verse 2:

My life's a struggle the preachers in the church know how they thug you

First they mug you by telling God that they love you

Son fuck that, staying in the street packing heat

Fuck a TNT sweet my people's we got to eat

Moving on a creep trying stack a million in a week

Wisely can't even trust my man down with deep

Niggas saying showing mad love but I act like them

Not in my team we trying see nothing else but cream

Coming for Queens peace to whole boroughs doing their thing

However you last long cause you don't go while getting blast

Never ??? shooting at these niggas getting cash

??? fucking with this like that's going bad

Do I live a last but my first extortion from a Arab

I got bag for all these fucking warrants I had

Drinking Remy fast with lieutenant criminal business

Exchange coke for spinach by false move you finish



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Verse 3:

For the love, money, murder and sex I push a Lex

To my death don't sweat load down niggas holding a tech

Diamond flooded next condos top notch connect

Plush we stack cream for fiends that you never seen

Living killer queens base land niggas do their thing

Let the money built money holding on my gun keep it real

Thugs in New York talking slick talk holding your fort

While I'm throwing judges in court maintain in sport

Showing all support catching cases running through current

I stay blunted cause in these streets flush is warning



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