V.P. The Apex - Fre$hman Trap Lyrics

F*ck a class, I'm tryna rap, I'm tryna trap
Ya get dem flows, get them packs
Get then prices tho
Yeah on the low, on the low
Circle staying small, keeping tabs on our zone
Eyes low, creeping like I'm prone
Plug on the phone, momma texting me I need to grow up, can't be doing this when I'm grown

Oh well, oh well
We are all going to hell
High key talking shit, they say they gods son but do f*ck up shit they never tell
Pushing weight, fire bags only we sell
F*ck yall stuck up mothaf*ckas, wearing sperrys with the hair gel
Try to come at us, bruh I swear it won't go so well
Wont go so well
Light them purp goods, then in feeling swell
Light them purp goods, you can tell that's its fire just by the smell
Starring at the Crystal's, like a gypsie at the ball
See my future in it, it got me drooling in awe
What's it mean to be important, have that cash or be a God
Pop that mystic then, I'm snapping going off
And I swear I'll never stop
Ain't no pause, when we all getting ravaged by the law
What's the bad guy? Probably me cause I'm fried and I plan to stay high
So I kill em with that kindness in society, greet em wit a smile
Wit a smile
Then I ease my mind with a huge pile
Of that flame tho
Looking for change bro, not for someone to blame ho
All that competition put us back where we at, in the loop, in the trap
Looking for the next big catch
For that big fish
Shooting stars pass. And I make another wish
Serving dishes
Young bulls, apex, chasing for them biscuits
If I died today, theyd probably say good riddance
So I fly in the sky, all up with the pigeons
Flipping all the birds
Get that money up, to take this to the burgh
Where I got some opportunity, much love ID Labs, cause they gave me that first