Calm Down
Getting rich take time
But I'm still up in my prime
I was tryna catch a opp
I heard he was going to prom
Ahh, calm down
Yeah yeah calm down ayye
They say Que you underrated
But you still up on tha come up
I done stacked all these commas
All these guns, I'm ready for drama
It's the button and the blick
Damn I don't even like these switches
I'm done being humble
Nigga, fuck being patient
Almost died a few times
Man my heart still racing
Now it's back to the drawing board
Back to the basic
Illuminati what
I got plugs with the Masons
I was selling drugs straight out my granny basement
I heard you put that shit on
You look basic
And I'm looking fly
Pulling up in that spaceship
What a bad bitch
When we fuck, she can't take it
I ain't gotta show my guns on camera I'm not lacking
I don't like beef
I'm tryna catch them all in traffic
I see your people crying on the book
Ayye, what happened
She said he's a good kid
He should've stayed rapping
You the trap of the year
Aye what you niggas selling
You got caught with some fent
You back home I know you telling
And I don't be around niggas
I ain't tryna kick it with no felons
I got love for my hoes
And got love for some fellas
Nahfr
But I'm still up in my prime
I was tryna catch a opp
I heard he was going to prom
Ahh, calm down
Yeah yeah calm down ayye
They say Que you underrated
But you still up on tha come up
I done stacked all these commas
All these guns, I'm ready for drama
It's the button and the blick
Damn I don't even like these switches
I'm done being humble
Nigga, fuck being patient
Almost died a few times
Man my heart still racing
Now it's back to the drawing board
Back to the basic
Illuminati what
I got plugs with the Masons
I was selling drugs straight out my granny basement
I heard you put that shit on
You look basic
And I'm looking fly
Pulling up in that spaceship
What a bad bitch
When we fuck, she can't take it
I ain't gotta show my guns on camera I'm not lacking
I don't like beef
I'm tryna catch them all in traffic
I see your people crying on the book
Ayye, what happened
She said he's a good kid
He should've stayed rapping
You the trap of the year
Aye what you niggas selling
You got caught with some fent
You back home I know you telling
And I don't be around niggas
I ain't tryna kick it with no felons
I got love for my hoes
And got love for some fellas
Nahfr
Credits
Writer(s): Quentez Mckinney
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