Rell Maverick - Bad Apple

Bad Apple

Verse:
I choose to work with you
I ain’t finna plot against you
Natural born leader
You can usually catch me front and center
I’m tryna be at all the talks for the plans forward
And anybody trained against us I won’t stand for it
Realize niggas ain’t gon’ share my mindset
Critical of my vision but still you just a prospect
Never seen the money felt the power but you want respect
Coming with that bullshit and quick to put it on my desk
I know the presence of a nigga like me
Make you threatened, cuz you know I got your ID
But I ain’t stressing, besides the hating shit that I see
I’d give you a blessing cuz the vision I see
We gon’ need to stick together,
You don’t agree, it’s whatever
You can say you made of Stone and still turn out to be a pebble,
Measure weight by ya character
You fold you an amateur
Two things you can’t fake are your soul and your caliber
Think this shit a game but they separate you not gon’ fake em
The same way that when you’re troubled that you start the pacing,
Telltale signs written all between the lines
Wearing out the cap when you be feeding IG the lies
It gotta be pride we plan it, you post it
Approach you with the work and online you gon’ show it
And it’s only that way, because you already told it
Ain’t shit sacred to you but you call yourself a soldier....

Bridge:
When we were talking bout the money
Man we/ put all that shit on a code
Niggas was saying they were hungry
And was crying that the shit was getting old
A bad apple spoil the bunch
But if I saw the muhfucka, who was wrong?
The shiny shit ain’t worth much
But these muhfuckas down to trade they soul..

Hook:
They send em way up (send em way up)
Send em way up (send em way up)

Verse2:
I choose to rock with ya don’t make me regret it
Too many people stuck on defeat like it’s a fetish
Too many niggas stuck in the street looking for letters
Bout as often as you see that a chef looking for pepper
Really been hot stepping since mama was using thigh master living fast ain’t really give a damn if I died faster
I wasn’t banging I was thuggin, without a caption
Beatings and robberies commenced, a lot of static
The same eyes that seen that looking at you now
Lucky we even let you in here should’ve pat you down
Now it’s seeming like you took it for granted
Look of panic in ya face you want a favor just handed
I ain’t/ tryna be romantic I don’t do favors for anybody
Many just manipulate shame by acting melancholy
With they hand out, fake beef niggas fan out
Come/ back to square one- and realize the nigga xan-ed out
I wrote the plan out, tried to put you in
Simple nigga once again fucking up the win
Now I expanded on what I began,
And I’ll be damned if I let a false nigga in to play pretend
the line between us really paper thin
But what I know creates a distance similar to long distance friends,
I disappear like I’m smoke blowing in the wind
Never think about it again, like a dying trend...

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