Maneuver to the Top

My mama done told me to stay in my lane. My papa done

learn me the game. My brothers, they earn from my pain.

My haters, they burn in the flame. From the shame and the death

I contain. Another lesson in life I express to the mic. When the Buddha

ignite, no cougar at night, just a mula in sight while

I maneuver a flight. Yeah, my hustle the dope or the

cane. Become the villain like Bane. Go loco like motors on train.

Go vocals I pick from the brain. Dodging doubters all the same.