Bad Apples

Said that boy all bark, no bite

Runnin' full court, till we got no lights

In the '04, no plates, so high

They like, "How dem bad apples go and get so ripe?"

Yeah, I said that boy all bark, no bite

Runnin' full court, till we got no lights

In the '04, no plates, so high

They like, "How dem bad apples go and get so ripe?"

Said that boy all bark, no bite

Plate a'pulled pork and can a'cold Sprite

Young and so bored, baby, what's your vice?

Yeah, we can find the Lord if you give me your night

'Cause I'm from the West side

When I really am from just North of the West side

Where the kids don't know no better, don't know left, right

Which way is up? And like, yes I

Don't say enough and they best line

Is you play too much and get fined, no pay for us

Are you ridin' or not?

Try to keep it a buck

You bail, you pussy, just sleep on the bus

Walk through the halls with the weed in my sock

Until I seen this dog, spin a stall and I flush

Tryna keep a C average or

Mama goin' batshit

I'm too occupied with tryna stick my index in a bad bitch

Used to stumble through the madness of

Taken from my classmates, thinkin' if I can't afford it

Then why should he get to have it?

I still remember every man who ever jumped me

I can't get past

And when I'm on, I'm finna put a hit out on yo bitch ass

That boy all bark, no bite

Runnin' full court, till we got no lights

In the '04, no plates, so high

They like, "How dem bad apples go and get so ripe?"

Yeah, I said that boy all bark, no bite

Runnin' full court, till we got no lights

In the '04, no plates, so high

They like, "How dem bad apples go and get so ripe?"

Ay, mama say, "I'm not one of yo little friends"

Man, I'm fuckin' up, I'm fuckin' up

I'm fuckin' up again, ay

Dirt all in the house, my dad don't trust none of my friends

Man, I'm fuckin' up, I'm fuckin' up

I'm fuckin' up again

Yo, I love the way they look

When they tell me I'm not a bad kid

I love the way they look

When they tell me potential massive

I love the way I book with security, doin' backflips

In the back of a Crown Vic, said cop asked me

"Travis, how's your dad been?"

Said he too small for me, sip the lukewarm forty

Put the rose gold sharpie on these two porn shorties

Dot the "i" with a heart and tell 'em

Shirts is gon' be twenty

This of the life of the boy

From a part of town not important

Put the block on my sleeve

Throw some rocks on my teeth

'Nother check in the mail

Ain't no boss tellin' me

How to move with my day

Who'd-a thought this where I'd be?

Lil' chubby kid from Ambaum

Talkin' shit, but honestly

You know that boy all bark, no bite

Runnin' full court, till we got no lights

In the '04, no plates, so high

They like, "How dem bad apples go and get so ripe?"

Yeah, I said that boy all bark, no bite

Runnin' full court, till we got no lights

In the '04, no plates, so high

They like, "How dem bad apples go and get so ripe?"

Most nights I get so high

Can't find my way back home

Don't know myself no more

Most nights I get so high

Can't find my way back home

Don't know myself no more