Panic

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