Dropping Bombs

Look, they don't really know me
They don't really know me, know me
They don't really know me, know
Look, uh, they don't really know me
They don't really know me, uh, look, yeah
People show up and act like they know me
Better learn first I'm not wack or phony
Seizing on the beat my mouth gets foamy
They stay soft like flapjacks at Shoney's
Won't cuff a girl I am not the police
New wave coming in ate up the oldies
Eight? Yeah, that's two fours like Kobe
Uh, best give MugShot some notice
Notes from my dome I'm unloading
Flow gon' put you in a coma
Like a trance from hypnosis
Mind floating lil gloating
Mixed with self loathing
Hoping I'm growing
But I so know I'm not slowing
Uh, leave 'em perplexed
No ice on the neck
Or pricey threads
Don't gotta flex
To turn some heads
They still impressed
Here's a seat for the guest enjoy the rest
Your boy's up next
Working from dusk to dawn yeah
I could do this all day long yeah
They say real rap is gone yeah
Then what do you call this song yeah
I call it dropping bombs
Feeling like I'm Osama
Hotter than a sauna
Little quick when I rap
Going tit for tat
I be missin' the past
But there's no going back
Stay on the right path no time to lack
Pushing to the max bag full of raps that I pack
Finna crack you with the mags
You big mad lapped on the track
Days getting lengthy
All too heavy
Tryna be healthy
Think I'm ready
Too much tempting
Make it hard resting
Work toward my goals
To fill my soul 'fore I turn twenty
But I'm 'bout 'bout 'bout to get it though
Space bound bound bound in a zone
Going 'round 'round 'round spinning slow
Knocked down down down feel alone
Don't shout shout shout spit it low
Ain't no doubt I'm in a drought
Not tryna pout but my mind go south
I'm finding out where to go
Finding out where to go
From the lowest of the low
When I am on the road
I'm vibing I stay afloat
But when I am home I might just explode
Man you can't knock this flow
Don't let me get in my zone woah