Lyrics Don't Know Me - Lord Apex

Don't Know Me

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