Lyrics Microwave Era - Rome Holman feat. Reggie Rude

Uh (uh), keep it a hundred
Nigga like me done finally seen enough (seen enough)
They come and go so you know they ain't keeping up (keeping up)
I punch in my time then I rise, i don't need to rush (need to rush)

In this microwave era nigga finally heating up
Woo, yeah
Nigga finally heating up
Woo, yeah
Nigga finally heating up
Woo, yeah
Nigga finally heating up
Woo, yeah

They get in it fast, go missing as fast
Be honest it's not that alerting
Niggas is trash, I get in my bag
Gotta perfect the things I been serving
Yeah
My shit was more of that slow cook
Had to grow while I had no looks
It's a go when I get that show booked
On a road where so many souls took

Now who really built for the long run
It'll be me when its all done
Temp energies you draw from
Got you places too easy to fall from
What's real 'bout you? (What's real?)
No skill 'bout you
Find a way through that microwave
Which enable label to make a mill out you

Low attention spans on the fans
Supply demand for the fans
Don't lie you a plant for the fans
Dead vines in the hands of the fans
Too content with roles that's forgettable
'Cause these niggas know they expendable
Shit sad when that trend gave you life but you can't outlive it though, uh

Keep it a hundred
Nigga like me done finally seen enough (seen enough)
They come n go so you know they ain't keeping up (keeping up)
I punch in my time then I rise, I don't need to rush (need to rush)

In this microwave era nigga finally heating up
Woo, yeah
Nigga finally heating up
Woo, yeah
Nigga finally heating up
Woo, yeah
Nigga finally heating up
Woo, yeah

Big bag the basics (the basics)
Big ass no chasing (no chasing)
We shoot that stainless (that stainless)
They watch no lasik
Nickname Reggie 2 Hotty (2 Hotty)
You niggas know my body
You only wanna vibe? That's copy (like what what?)
I could prove you really ain't popping (like what what?)

I could say anything probably (probably)
I could drop anything probably (probably)
But I gotta stay true to how my rhymes be
'Cause the essence of the flow so godly
The God is back I'm LeBron of rap
The chosen one ain't no guardin' that (ooo)
My flow is Eden how it grows my stash (ooo)
That's paradise I want more of that (ooo)

More or less rappers on my sack
Saying we too close stop jackin' that
Like they in my space I type made a
Mistake like Reggie why you holding back (ooo)
Y'all ain't ready and you know it's fact (ooo)
I mumble less so it's hard to stack (yeah)
But I'll never quit my grind Everest
Too high to ever stumble back

Keep it a hundred
Nigga like me done finally seen enough (seen enough)
They come n go so you know they ain't keeping up (keeping up)
I punch in my time then I rise, I don't need to rush (need to rush)

In this microwave era nigga finally heating up
Woo, yeah
Nigga finally heating up
Woo, yeah
Nigga finally heating up
Woo, yeah
Nigga finally heating up
Woo, yeah

Woo, yeah
Woo, yeah
Woo, yeah

Woo, yeah
Woo, yeah
Woo, yeah

Woo, yeah
Woo, yeah
Woo, yeah