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I'm Ballin
Coming for that half court buzzer beater yeah I'm Ballin
Got that Apple Watch on my wrist yeah I'm Ballin 
God got me thru the trials yeah

the Big Apple I don't care if its rotten
I love Brooklyn, Queens, Staten, Bronx and Manhattan all five boros
Crime, bitches, and snitches we stay clapping

every day
Legendary like bobby Boucher
Fuck a drip I be making it spray
I live by what ever I say
Do not know to many that can relate
Manakin I can tell

the children of the earth?
Oh how they gather by the hearth

I'll trick or treat in wet socks. Nuke some day old Sonic tots
Now wear some gum in my hair without

a bitter pill to swallow
A lonely path to follow
Of wasted years
Goodbye my lover
Goodbye my friend
The apple no more
She was rotten to the core
Once again

headaches
Smoking weed till the pen hits page
I can't tell you how good it feels to give up to sit and wait
Til this era led by rotten apples is marked by

The apples hanging rotten
And the fields are on fire
Old men will dream their dreams
Young men will see visions
And your children will prophesy
Put on my

Take your inspirational quotes away
Maybe one day they'll make you change

Now I fade

I'm the rotten apple in the room
I've tried to show you who I am,

on the cheese line with a twisted face
Sell your soul just to get a taste

I need the bag with no case
I'm from the core of the rotten apple
Never steered by fear

girl, she seen better days
I'm like, "I got it from my mama!"
Hot tempered and stuck in my ways
For sure my father's daughter
I'm the apple that rolled

the chains givin
From a city where good apples become rotten
The hoods an epidemic
No vaccines for the forgotten
Huh
From cotton picking to silk coppin

on the cheese line with a twisted face
Sell your soul just to get a taste
I need the bag with no case
I'm from the core of the rotten apple
Never steered by fear

Keep apples rotten
Blood and cotton
How much could I pour?
To soothe my troubled waters
Fore, I dock my boats upon the shores
These war-torn letters I

long,
chase death forever, so why be born,
forgotten like the rotten apples I’m forced to eat,
rather keep on walking then sleep on top of streets,
never

a dark Shadow had to contrast with rosy spectacles, the apple does fall far from the tree, rotten with worms throughout Just like the termites in the wood,

Intro:

NYC
NYC, it's hell of a place to be
Come inside
Wanna know? Let's go

The Big Rotten Apple surrounded by runaways, connected by bridges

Hey!

Deep down the ocean is where I'm going
Away from the surface that evil has woven
'Cause believing lies is like eating rotten apples

Deep down the ocean is where I'm going
Away from the surface that evil has woven
Cause believing lies is like
Eating rotten apples
Fighting through

Don't be surprised, look in the sky, yeah we finna fly
I got a suit, I got a tie, now I'm finna slide
Do a drive by, in the new ride, that shit apple

Bo! Bo! Bo!

Boogie Down Productions

Ghetto Music: The Blueprint of Hip Hop

1989

and then I took two more
I was out the window cause by now they were right at my door
I took three shots and then I laid
They rushed in shooting so I

the day was the Sabbath

[Chorus]
What do you mean, John 3:16?
For God so loved the world, every man packs an M-16
What do you mean, says the boy

check
If I get three in one day, then I need one for a heat check
I ain't scared to shoot my shot, that's a heat check
Bet I ain't scared to shoot my

Sriracha

Tech N9ne

The Storm

2016

back in the day
My rhyming's iron height, defiant flight
Try and bite, like a razor in a candy apple
A taser and a jammy tackle
By a neighbor with

Cider I Up Landlord

Chaos UK

One Hundred Percent Two Fingers in the Air Punk Rock

1993

the dirty stop-outs from Easton up to Knowl
I got the blues:
The cider blues:
On Thursday morning you find him standing by the door
By 3 o'clock he's down