I remember her telling me i was always bad
And she was worried about my future
I never knew what to say to that
I’m a bad apple
Yeah i’m rotten to the core
Get a taste of the drama
Then i gotta get more
I’m a bad apple
Raw like uncooked meat
Family couldn’t stand me
Falling far from the tree
I’m a bad apple
I’m a bad apple
I’m a bad apple
I’m a bad apple
They told me i had add, it was a problem
Took me to a shrink, thinking maybе she could solve it
Attention dеficit disorder, is was they call it
She made me take the pills, thinking i’m a stop wild’n
All it ever really did, make me really stop smiling
Hearing whispers in my hear, maybe i can act violent
Kicking holes in the wall, start barking like a dog
I see my father die, start acting like a hog
Get to selling pills, to make a couple of bills
Ritalin to adderall, to taking them deals
Taking to coke to cooking rocks, ain’t no way the money stops
Until my #ss got caught, robbin the lunchbox
Facing these years and finding snitches in peers
You don’t know how it feels, to see your mother in tears
She introduced to drugs, turn me into a thug
All i needed was a hug, could’ve showed me some love
I’m a bad apple
Yeah i’m rotten to the core
Get a taste of the drama
Then i gotta get more
I’m a bad apple
Raw like uncooked meat
Family couldn’t stand me
Falling far from the tree
I’m a bad apple
I’m a bad apple
I’m a bad apple
I’m a bad apple
I got some issues with my father
I used to wonder why he didn’t talk to me
Or wouldn’t walk with me
He taught me how to throw a hook
But not to read a book
I bet it would have blew his mind to see me be a crook
Or may if i would’ve got a couple of hugs
I never would have fell claim to f#cking with drugs
Role models was pimps, hustlers running the streets
Taught me how to be a man, standing up on my feet
I was just trying to eat, turn me into a beast
Best lesson i learned. ain’t no money in peace
Ain’t no friends in the streets
Cause when you both gotta eat
You get those cannibal thoughts, and then you catch them asleep
I don’t really do beef
I say an eye for an eye
Or your life for my pride, but you still gotta die
You don’t wanna be me
Karma up to my knees
Ever since i was a kid, they would always agree
I’m a bad apple
Yeah i’m rotten to the core
Get a taste of the drama
Then i gotta get more
I’m a bad apple
Raw like uncooked meat
Family couldn’t stand me
Falling far from the tree
I’m a bad apple
I’m a bad apple
I’m a bad apple
I’m a bad apple
A disappointment to my mother
Hated by my father, baby mama can’t stand me
Older brothers never bothered
Think i’m a lost cause, chasing my dreams
His sh#t is hot but he’ll never achieve
He’ll get his music played on bet
Sounds too hard, can’t dance to the beats
Or mtv, they don’t f#ck with him either
But he sounds so raw, he’s an overachiever
Man i’ll never be pac and i’ll never be diddy
Bet i knock your head off you keep calling me 50
Tell the label cut the check, and i’ll do the rest
I’m a business man homie, ain’t no time for no breath
When i start to hear the questions
I swear that i’m death, if you ain’t on my team
You should step to the left
Said i that i would listen
No matter what they say
Always knew i was gifted
In a literal way
I’m a bad apple
Yeah i’m rotten to the core
Get a taste of the drama
Then i gotta get more
I’m a bad apple
Raw like uncooked meat
Family couldn’t stand me
Falling far from the tree
I’m a bad apple
I’m a bad apple
I’m a bad apple
I’m a bad apple
Yeah, i guess, i’m as bad as you said i was
Everything you said i do i did, went to jail, sold dope, and oh yeah
I’m a rapper
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Johnny Roscoe Lyrics – Bad Apple