Royal Flush - Rotten Apple lyrics

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Royal Flush - Rotten Apple lyrics

Dwellin' in the Rotten Apple, you get tackled Or caught by the devil's lasso, sh*t 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, sh*t 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 Hook (2x): 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 f*ck that, staying in the street packing heat F*ck 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 ni**as 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 ni**as getting cash ??? fu*king 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 fu*king warrants I had Drinking Remy fast with lieutenant criminal business Exchange coke for spinach by false move you finish Hook (2x): Verse 3: For the love, money, murder and sex I push a Lex To my death don't sweat load down ni**as 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 ni**as 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 Hook (2x):

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