Kevin Gates - Don't Panic lyrics
rate me(Verse)
Fuck the rap game, I wan' get it like G
Put me on the block, go to thuggin' like E
Think I'm going back but free my nigga Lump
Me and Gunna, ninth inning, just beat a life sentence
Anyone of you little boys on the yard, throw the coffee in your face
While your wife stick a knife in your kidney
Bitch I'm goin' crazy, going out gangsta
9 milli's slanging, Telly Hankton
MAC-11 ranging, jumpin' out, walkin' up on blocks
Forty fifty shots, I'mma clean a nigga clock
Everybody getting rocked when we hop out
Pussy better not cry now
Nigga where we from it's the code that we live or we die by
Grrrrrat, nigga, bye bye
No police up in the business when you get the shot and miss it
Fifty niggas from New Orleans come and terrorize the city
(Hook)
What's happening? Don't panic, don't panic
'Bout to get 'em dead, don't panic, don't panic
Wasn't thinking 'bout a jewel nigga showed off
Couldn't use yo brain, now ya gotta get 'em blowed out
Dog, get a call, everythin' for the scram
Don't panic, don't panic
Fuck being friendly, nigga say what's on yo mind
Naw I'm being quiet, I got murder on mine
I got murder on mine, I got murder on mine
Defendin' what I love, I got murder on mine
Fuck being friendly, nigga say what's on yo mind
Naw I'm being quiet, I got murder on mine
I got murder on mine, I got murder on mine
Defending what I love, I got murder on mine
(Verse 2)
Team strong as a bitch, laying law down
Everythin' feel the business, lay 'em all down
Auto manslaughter but ya neva thought it out
Curse, kill 'em all, let the lord sort 'em out
F&N point short, let the spark haul 'em out
This what war 'bout, nigga, fuck that
Meek men is Gunna and Boobie, we already died twice
God in my heart when I gave back life
I was cooling, I was tryna live a laid back life
Now my kids gotta see me in the pen or the grave
Real street nigga, no pen to the page
And I will beef with ya anywhere, any place
Little ugly ass bitch better fall back
Keep my name out yo mouth or get yo hard hat
Brasi the enforcer, I meant to say the landlord
Better yet, let me let them rubber bands talk
(Hook)
(Verse 3)
I don't mind doing time, I'ma doing time vet
Hustle in the jailhouse, Bread Winner vet
BWA, this is not BMF
Everything around me convicted already
Pull my clique together, built it from the inside
Penitentiary rules in effect
Ya little boys go to jail but ya don't know how to fight?
Ain't no guns back here, don't know how to make a knife?
Stand tall on my own, I don't gang bang
I done seen it go bad on the chain gang
Seen niggas gang raped by their own gang members
Cliquin' up with other gangs and they kill their own nigga
Seen a nigga on a visit huggin' on his wife
Get back to the cell, he another nigga wife
Everyone that say salamu alaykum ain't yo brother
Come to my respect, I'mma die over nothin'
(Hook)
