Lyrics
I might trip but don't panic
This mad man
Will still manage
Manage to make like a bandit
And steal the show
Single handed
Pass the torch or get branded
Drinking brandy
All the brand name
Henny black as my heart
My ladies thicker
Than mayonnaise
I might get loud
This might sound
Like I'm manic
When God makes women
It's art
When he makes men
It's mechanics
This mic is my little canvas
I'm building bars to do damage
Spoken art like a bandage
Turn broken hearts into candy
My sweet tooth has a sound byte
So safe and sound don't sound right
Our voices make for loud night
Our choices make for proud nights
I raise my peace sign up
But of course, were down for fights
In case yall get beat up
We'll buy a case of Coors light
Drink the pain away
80 proof rum
To wash the stains away
Had a game night
Even jigsaw came to play
At grave sight
Still thinking I can save the day
Proof the ones who made the map
Can still lose their way
You on the newest wave
Gon drown tryna move their way
I'm movin at a smoother pace
More fluid than lube or paste
You won't move this way
How we move got you too afraid
We get use to pain
Or dead it with ruthless aim
You might bug out
Like a mantis
When I stepped on this campus
Don't take these four years
For granted
Fuck up and act like I planned it
Tryna find my spot on this planet
Like I was shot from a cannon
Everybody take cover
I don't know where I'm landing
Either way