Grenades, vocals

Count-in (spoken, cool as ice)
One… two…
Give it.

Verse 1
Mind like a fucking map with pins everywhere,
War in my head but I breathe clean air,
They throw there fucking  grenades from behind a smile,
Just to hope I flinch — I just step back in.

My Kindness read like a weakness sign,
They always try fucking reach for mine, think it’s free to take,
To many Hands get light when the money’s near,
I clock the move — I’m already clear.

Pre-Chorus (tight, jazzy)
Duck, slide, let it miss,
I don’t react — I reposition quick,
They want noise, I give ‘em space,
That’s how you win without losin’ face.

Chorus (swing + stomp)
I’m dodgin’ grenades — left and right, give it,
They throw heat, I don’t get in it,
Dodgin’ grenades with a calm heartbeat,
Mind everywhere but my steps stay neat.
The fuckers swing low, I elevate,
You don’t catch me slippin’ — too late.

Verse 2
Swagger in my walk, Steel in my spine,
March to my own drum that keeps good time,
Eyes stay open, mouth stay shut,
I don’t show the cards — but I count the cut.

They talk fast, try crowd my lane,
Smile wide while they pocket change,
I keep my cool, I keep my ground,
Pressure talks — I don’t make a sound.

Pre-Chorus
Read the room, feel the weight,
Let ‘em rush — I decelerate,
When the smoke lifts, guess who’s straight?
Still me. Still standin’. Still awake.

Chorus
I’m dodgin’ grenades — left, and right, 
Calm on the surface, steel inside,
Dodgin’ grenades in a tailored suit,
Kind heart, sharp mind — don’t confuse.
They fucken,  test the lines, I re-create,
That’s chess, not checkers — fucking checkmate.

Bridge (half-spoken, nasty calm)
I don’t bark.
I don’t chase.
I let ‘em show me
who they are…
Then I move.

Break (chant, crowd-ready)
Left— (left)
Right— (right)
Stay light— stay light—

Final Chorus (biggest swing)
Dodgin’ grenades — give it, give it,
World wants blood — I don’t spill it,
Dodgin’ grenades with a cool-hand plan,
Mind everywhere — still a grounded man.
They mistake calm for weakness — wait,
I turn pressure into forward momentum… skate.

Outro (clean, confident)
No noise.
No fear.
Still marchin’.
I’m Still here.

Mainly just vocals, some backup singers, really good drum rest on that intro and all the way through some beats