Lyracs Lyrics

Sit back let me tell you where I'm at

And everywhere I been, everywhere and back

It starts with a stare, your heart gets a flare

You sit in your chair, but you've departed from there

Where? Here, on the dance floor

The air got your hands, this ain't what you planned for

But it's so natural, you don't have to question it

So let's begin

Got a whole lotta rhythm overnight it appears

So I listen to the wisdom and advice from the years

Time teaches, my mind is what time reaches

To leave everyone through all time speechless

He just snapped, or maybe I got it together

Whatever chick is the hottest I'll get her

I'm just being modest, but whatever

Long as we all rockin together, let's go, c'mon

Take a shot, and just roll with the punches

Just roll with the punches, just roll with the punches

Don't take a lot to just roll with the punches

Just roll with the punches, just roll with the punches

You still sittin? Cool, you listen well

Even the beat is a message within itself

Haven't you heard how I made my name?

The game think I'm insane cause I'm a Sega slang

But I'm an old soul like Dana Dane

But way more insane since I was an 80s baby, 90s toddler

Crazy language cause I'm being raised by a fucking game I played

Somehow I had to step from the mess I was left with

Life got reckless, so pops hit the exit

Mom was my bully, my victim, my best friend

So for every moment of stressin comes a lesson

Yes, I've been bestin

Never settle for less than your best when you question

Protect what you're blessed with

Yes mama, I got the message

Watch out, I'll put my gloves on, who wanna get knocked out?

Take a shot, and just roll with the punches

Just roll with the punches, just roll with the punches

Don't take a lot to just roll with the punches

Just roll with the punches, just roll with the punches

Now we livin in a country that's being led by a black guy

That's why the status quo got a black eye

Don't even ask my honest opinion

This recession got my whole block in detention

Niggas robbin Bodegas for that old paper

Some black and gold gators owin' old favors

Old school hustlers got no paper

Little girls growin fast, no savior

If that's your daughter, I suggest you locate her

Cause some pimp is out there tryin to OK her

She just got acne, face full of ol' craters

And old make-up, in a sense don't mean a nigga won't rape her

Little boys wanna grow to be a pro skater

The hood got 'em first, now they ten year old gangsters

That kinda shit shouldn't be in his owed nature

He's too young

Take a shot, and just roll with the punches

Just roll with the punches, just roll with the punches

Don't take a lot to just roll with the punches

Just roll with the punches, just roll with the punches

Sometimes you just gotta roll with the punches, know what I mean?

I know life can throw you some hellified jabs.. Don't be afraid to swing back.

What's the worst that could happen, life knock you out?

Well, yeah you'll be dead. Whatever.

Roll with the punches

Roll with the punches

Charles Hamilton.. Haven't ya heard about me?