Panic Mode

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If it ain't her lips around my dick, then I ain't ready for to feel
It's f*ck whatever niggas say if they ain't talking a mil

If this rap shit don't work, I'm going bop to the field
I'm talking laptop and bills, yeah you know how that goes
Run through a quarter mil before I ever sign a deal
Come take a look at how we lived, you probably then would feel

The need to get up on your ass, and go work on your skills
Couple niggas had it fast, others had to go drill
In 1-3, when I start to blow smoke, don't compare me to no nigga
No, I don't stay broke, eyes in my rear view, if I ever see them blue lights

Know I got it on me so they can't read me my rights getting left, actually I'm not impressed
My heart filled with pain, look at them tats on my chest
My school teachers knew I'm blessed, but I never went class

If this life shit a test, know I already been passed
Then why she talking first class, when she ain't even a ten
She took dick from Tom and Harry, keep it calm it's just your turn
The only time you see me hurry, is when I'm walking to the bank

Got public paranoia, can't even stand a man much more bitch
With an attitude, loyal bros I got a few
Wish I could've stayed with you, got another one calling too
Never had no panic modes dawg, I know you had a few

Every time I told them I'm alright, you know I had too
It's 93 for the gas, should I lay the roof down
I'm trying to reach for the sky, my arm is strong to moon land
And I barely f*ck with niggas, sign me to the Kuu Klan

You heard I got my shit took, where you get the news from
She fell in love with my songs, said she's trying to have a son
I don't want no baby mama, after we f*ck just be gone
And nah, I don't want no drama, lost a lot of shit to karma
Latino one want me to stay, had to tell her mami nada
I don't like bitches that drink,A couple times I could think to her,
Told her welcome to my casa A few amigos you can bring,
she had me fucked before the blink

So I'm sure it ain't the ice, it only right I glued her  lips
Cause her mouth is full of lies, I know some niggas still surprised
Look at the shit that I done, ain't no going in the club
If I can't bring in my pipe, had a few bitches on campus

That weren't even my type, reasons why I never finish college
It weren't even my vibe, I could make you a pay in a day
You might think that it's bait, niggas thinking that they're real
When they got the A in fake, I got so much hate from my place

But to me that shit okay, I won't stress about a bitch
But I need my money next day

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