Roll With The Punches

Yeah, dun-dun, dun-dun, uh-huh

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Yeah, yeah, yeah

But when they come for you

And they try to take you down, you fight

Even if you lose, at least you fought

The heat of the moment puts the salt in wounds

As I'm seizing one day if I see the moon again

Two friends holding shit down as my leg rots

Loose ends tied and singed with lighters for a tight lock

Never been as high as tenth grade, A for high tops

Flu game 12s look swell on these skinny legs

Sizzled in a pipe, cracked like a egg

Back from the dead at one point was just a skeleton

Pack of twenty-seven, Smoke Avenue's pen

Been here for every fucking step

Throwing the punches

Oh, what do you do (yeah) when they come for you?

You fight (you fight the good fight)

Regardless of a win or loss

They don't give him books on the off days

When the low points make your soul break

Be a damn shame if you ain't fixed

You can't politic with 'em half voices

'Cause the squabblin' lead to dead voices

Never tread lightly, leave footprints

Rather be great than be a happy cat

Yeah, I forgive who inflicted pain

'Cause fuck is grudges worth? Wasted energy

Asymmetric me, unbalanced people

Need to find an even ground to fight the demons

Throwing the punches

Oh, what do you do (yeah) when they come for you?

You fight

You like those?

I paint 'em for a living

You know, sometimes when they're finished

The people don't send me the check, so I keep 'em

I kinda like them hangin' around, they keep me company

Throwing the punches

Oh, what do you do (yeah) when they come for you?

You fight