Don't Know Me - Lord Apex

Boy you don’t know me

Don’t come around here tripping acting like you on a mission

Boy, you moving like the police

Sensei you astro-traveler, handsome reveller

All my niggas smoky

Seen a few girls around the cosmos

Now when I fly by now

They act like they don’t know me

Tryna fly to ends of the galaxy

The same time my spliff reach the end of my pokey

Put your phone down

Siri can’t save you

Couple rappers there you could end up in a grave too

Grape juice sweet type flow

Man sensei to in this heat I know

Check

The world just came to a standstill

I ask the most high how I stand still

Feel like the ground’s filled with anvils

Used to hit the party feeling damn thrills

Now burn a zoot and write the lyrics til my hand kills

Big Ben take little ben

Kids running round with a little shank

I move judge with the gavel, no lunch when I travel

Rolling blunts while I battle

Bout the world in a battle

New bodies in the gravel

Storing like a camel, I be scoring cuz I’m Jordan and I’m scoring with the

handle

Should be touring on the panels

All it seems is coordinate

Its more than I can handle on occasion

More time I’m in the crib blazing

No hell raising just straight meditation

To the basement but we higher than a meteor

Now she wanna meet me more

But I was on the line and she was silent and gon speak before

Funny how they changed up

I just played the game tough cuz I been gaining knowledge while they speak

about the same stuff

Like, I played the game tough cuz I ain’t here for friends man

But its always love if you ever in my ends fam

Boy you don’t know me

Don’t come around here tripping acting like you on a mission

Boy, you moving like the police

Sensei you astro-traveler, handsome reveller

All my niggas smoky

Seen a few girls around the cosmos

Now when I fly by now

They act like they don’t know me

Tryna fly to ends of the galaxy

The same time the spliff reach the end of my pokey

Thought «verse 2»;

How should I hit em'?

Contemplating while I’m in slouch while I writ em

I’m one with the rhythm, make the beat my new bitch

Most these rappers fake they’ll take offense if the shoe fits

Huh

Its a size 8 heat like a fireplace

Catch me in a poncho smoking dope by the time gates

Find weight, I’ll be right back with a fine eighth

Really want a pound but Ill grind while my mind waits

Could do an Ermac and rise with telepathy or

Could do a 2Pac and ride on my enemies

Flow tough like a fight night round three boxer

Anime watcher never drank costa

He’s an imposter, look, he clearly wants to be me

While he gotten the sauce, ain’t got no money, or on TV

Style comes natural could never could defeat me

You weren’t in the crib while I was writing off the p3