Calm Down

Boy, you need to calm down Boy, you need to calm down

Boy, you need to calm down Boy, you need to calm down

I got three phones, personal trap and sex phone

Now you know why I never get tired of listening to my ringtones

I'm doing this for my peoples, but family always come first

So best believe my mom gon' be rich before I ride off in a hearse

To some this life is a curse, to me my life been a blessing

Me and my homies always roll together like salad goes with a dressing

You know your bitch I'm impressing, I know your life is depressing

But I gotta make my way to the top of the hill with these bars that I'm baking