Panic Lyrics

Yeah, I'm the same man with the same heat I was born like a king, control me, I ain't

Need a deal If you're ever gon' Try me, wish me well

See me still drowning under Well Men I got a picture, got a pistol,Gotta

grab it, gotta kick it, no answer I'm the bull boy, I'm the man now, Fuck your

Bitch now I got shit now, look at me now, who knows

what about the paper? Are you here now? Maybe you're out, I just hate you, you don't

love me? Little asshole, I'm gon' grab it, then I use it for my pistol

Then I use it for my pistol

No arguments when I come in the game man this is not for fame

Tryna make a meal, Tryna eat, let my feelings breathe, now you know I ain't need it

Then I call my mama, come and get the check, On the way I'm flexing like Paul Heyman

Too much sauce, I don't want it to drop it, Let my n*** eat it, oh yeah

I'm so rough, I need a hundred smoking, yes, yeah, it's obvious, this the real bitch

No talent say my name, yeah, they like it, I don't do acts, you know it

I just hit it where they know me, I'm nobody but follow me

Claming on a medic case, Hop on the front just to get saved, nobody's gonna be saved

Packing my gun for the day, my bullets Les, hitting out the fleex, out the lane

Niggas need real weed for the day, Told my teacher I'm gonna make a million one day

Started getting weirds on my face, My story never gonna change, You know I ain't never gonna miss out the range

Man and I got the shit, you never gon' hate, Told my daddy I got no time to be fake

I been repping, I kinda feel safe, all of the bullshit came from the cave

I know niggas tryna be safe, why they all ain't? Call on me, call on me, I got the mind

Runnin' the game with no funds, uh, no arguments, I'mma come in the game, man, this is not for fame

Tryna make a mil', tryna eat, let my feelings breathe, now you know I need it

Tryna call my mama, come and get the check on the way I flex it like Paul Heyman

To myself, I don't want it to drop it, let my niggas keep it, oh yeah

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