Apexxxx - The Intro

Im on the run and these lames can't even catch up
Most these niggas do shit just to pop
Roll up a blunt when I feel like this shit doesn't add up
Where is the money you say that you got

Niggas aint tired of lying
I see that shit right in their iris
Niggas will talk that talk
Soon as I pop up its silent

Ya'll on your phone and you tweeting
Before I reply you delete it
You grouping you got you a meeting
But I divide and I conquer
The work of a monster
To make sure I'm eating

As wise as the words of a deacon
I'm riding around in the city
Im smoking my dope just to practice my preaching

They like you wasting your time
I tell them that I got endurance
My niggas like pay em no mind
So its right about time that I shouldn't

But most of you niggas is
Belittling work of a veteran
You acting like shit that we do be the same
But yall niggas sweeter than M&M'S

We treat the game like its crying for help
We making a song and its selling its self
I want the check from the cards I been dealt
It's easy to feel it its written in braille

Shout out my homie he straight from the coast
258 lit like a bulb
Hot off the internet covered the globe
We selling these records they selling their souls

You think they hot off the shit that they wrote
But on the low its because of a ghost
"Postman for greatness" that shit I will quote
I get the green like the shit that I smoke

Written by:
Webster Seabelo

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