Lyrics:
Panthers
Nobody can look as stupid as me
Being hurt by my unscrupulous deeds
Now I'm stuck with an empty stomach that only my music will feed
And an acapella
young the lady right by me was causing big commotion
Man it's not normal
It's not normal for me to feel so much stronger
It's so formal when my heart is
Demons in my head, can hear them talkin' to me
Niggas dead as Zeds, like we post apocalyptic living
Shawty gave me heads, psyched me out
My trap gone boom
Wherever im at
Yea I want that neck where I stack
Copped a new glock fore I got the Patek
Run me on vine like im Jenny patel
me long to smoke a whole 3.5
Took a Look to my left, look to my right
That’s my bro, that’s my bro
Both are by my side
If I see the PO
I can’t stop I
me and my shawty and we riding for ever
Wasn't looking for no pot of gold but still I found the treasure
I ain't rich yet but I still give thanks for
Ill really bring the heat if you don't know i don't want no people around me, that's unsure
In these raps where i channel my anger i don't want no
I'm an African Giant! Bigman ting got me looking like Burna
If a man try run up on me got Drillo by my side cah he came With a burner
If Drillo no do 10
gettin' by
I recall when I left my home town
I remember how I kinda put 'em down
I even said the town was much too small for me
And I'd never make it big
Nah I'm big body lemme ask you where ya muscle at
Messin' with me better know my feathers really ruffle fast
Better than these rappers that's a fact
passed, and you instead chose him
Leaving me looking to the past, reminiscing sweet memories
Yet, for now, this was my deceitful destiny
I got inspired by
think you big cuz you talking down
I really hate when you run yo mouth
I got no time cuz it's running out
I wanna go and get money now
My money gone stack
to hop for cars my nigga DJ Q
told me come on through 'cause he got a gang
of bitches that was down to do
Keep it poppin' since I'm from the big LBC
that's
silly
All day, all night, Cary Grant
That's all I hear from my wife, is Cary Grant
What can he do that I can't?
Big deal, big star, Cary Grant
Oh
(Mmm, Manny)
Blrrrd, blrrrd
Free Sheisty
Big Blrrrd
Sick of smokin' this dead ass nigga, fuck the past
Speakin' up on my nigga so don't ask me
keep our palace, nigga
Yeah, word up, yeah, yeah, yeah, turn me up, son
Yo, Ross, what up, my nigga? Aiyo, aiyo
Word to the gold Panamaras,
Words wouldn't come in an easy way
Round in circles I'd go!
Longin' to tell you,
But afraid and shy,
I'd let my golden chances pass me by!
Soon you'd
a promise on my granddad That a Nigga
Would get off his ass
Down by the sea I see ya
Riding on a wave i peek at you
I give up my life to be ya
Down goes
Happy birthday to my big sis man (would've been the big 28, celebrating you)
I let myself go in this music only way to get me through it
Man I ain't
Big Bag make her say oh my
Told her same way I told her hey Ill tell her bye bye
Bitches used to treat me like a dead guy for i got fly she prollly
I'd rather be home,
But I make my livin' on the go
Big silver eagle spreads her wings
And drops us at another show
I think about holdin' my baby
Well I could see by the way that she danced with me
She want to break my heart
Want to tear it apart
Yeah and I could see by the way she dance
chasing the paper, I look like a cheetah
They told me I wouldn't be shit, had to make them believers
I ride with my stick, I'm not alone in the two seater
of the times, I think of the times I could have hurt you
And now you hurt me? Or maybe I hurt me by not hurting you
On second thought maybe it's my fault cause
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