I MIGHT BE Lyrics

Bob with the beat. Mob with team

I'm wanna be next up I'm not, but I might be

All the way to the top now sight see

Sit back I'm chillin like an ICEE

I'll say it politely,

Bass heavy, I don't take it lightly

Mark the box with check like Nike

Not saying I'm the best, but I might be

I'm doing my dance every step by step all the way to the end zone

I don't go half way no weird side hug make you feel in the friend zone

Not the type to say period like the dot after every last word that you end on

My words like crayons

Never gonna stay in the lines when the mics on

I like it, I love it

Gotta have it like Cold stone

Reading three:16 no stone cold

I rap with a mic with no cord

So I can jump in the crowd no surfboard

Riding the wave, never touching the floor

Flying off of the stage now I can soar

My God is that clutch all the way to the floor board

Making the atheists screamin oh lord

Hi, excuse me

Would you please play my song

If you don't like it that's okay cuz your opinions wrong

My momma, she says that it her favorite song

Y'all gonna see, y'all will believe

This it the part where you sing

Bob with the beat. Mob with team

I'm wanna be next up I'm not, but I might be

All the way to the top now sight see

Sit back I'm chillin like an ICEE

I'll say it politely

Bass heavy, I don't take it lightly

Mark the box with check like Nike

Not saying I'm the best, but I might be

Christ in my speaker, I follow the leader

I don't wanna be ya, I point them to Jesus

Eyes on the king, no falling Peter

No I'm not a reader, but the Bible's my heater

God's will a wall that I can lean on

Might not make sense like I'm speaking in Klingon

Broke on the ground that is what he saw

Picked me up when I'm down like a see saw

Feel the wind blow like we all in a drop top

Long for yesterday, like Beatles with the mop tops

Bring back drip like fellas in a crop tops

Bumping Selena now we all do the cha cha

We like the spice put it into the salsa

I am Sicilian put that sauce in the pasta

Shaking my dreads just like I'm a Rasta

Don't know where to go put them up to the fatha

Every time I get a beat It seems I always find a way

To get the pit and make them mosh

No matter if it's just a snare and toms

And all the moms start to freaking out and screaming oh my gosh

Look for the secret and find it

The answer is clear no needing hide it

All of us Christians we ready to riot

We along for the ride and God is the pilot

Bob with the beat. Mob with team

I'm wanna be next up I'm not, but I might be

All the way to the top now sight see

Sit back I'm chillin like an ICEE

I'll say it politely,

Bass heavy, I don't take it lightly

Mark the box with check like Nike

Not saying I'm the best, but I might be