Don't Panic (feat. Sheff G)

Great John on the beat, by the way
 Hold on, huh
 I make this shit look...
 Hold on, hold on, look, huh
 I make this shit look good, uh
 Flexin' on 'em 'cause I could, run up on me, wish you would, look
 Turn the bad into good, and I'm still up in the hood, huh
 Ask about me, boy, I'm good, look
 Homie just threw me a pack, look, no he ain't gettin' it back
 Niggas ain't real, man, I know they cap
 Said it twice 'cause I know that's facts
 Hold on, course he's a bitch, want beef, he season shit
 Frost all of that demon shit, free Fresh, he leavin' shit, wait
 She wanna fuck today, but I'm gettin' bucks today
 Chopper on me, you get brushed today
 Guess you outta luck today, wait
 Better not up them rates
 Hold on, huh, better not up them rates
 Better not up them rates
 Look, you will get touched, no base, huh, look
 Stay with a brush, no toothpaste
 You would get baked, no soufflé, look, look
 Really send shots, no 2K, you will get hit, no touché, yeah
 Lay down on your back, if you put up a front
 Shit get lit, call it dynamite, huh
 Know that we run the city like Dunkin'
 But you know a donut could die tonight, huh, look
 We don't call bluffs like poker
 Move funny, that shit'll get crazy
 Pop me a Perc', I was feelin' too lazy, ay
 Know I be saucin', gravy, huh
 I be like, "Fuck you, pay me"
 Know I got drip, my shit too wavy
 Cop packs like crack in the '80s
 You will get stretched like doubts, don't play me
 Straps up like we don't want babies, ay
 And we give no fucks today, huh
 Send this bitch up today
 Run up on me, test your luck today
 Yellow tape, they gon' investigate, ay
 I make this shit look good, uh
 Flexin' on 'em 'cause I could, run up on me, wish you would, look
 Turn the bad into good, and I'm still up in the hood, huh
 Ask about me, boy, I'm good, huh
 Too good, we make this shit look too easy
 Ride around town, just me, Sleepy
 You'll get wet up, no squeegee
 Ay, uh, move sneaky
 Bad bitch with me, shit too beefy
 Can't take a L, we too greasy
 I just came back from a money meetin'
 Ay, huh, gang tweakin'
 He tried to run up, now he bleedin'
 Fuck up a check like I don't need it
 Now we eat good, no cold pizza
 Ay, ay, now we eat good, that's all seasons
 Ay, wait, she wanna take pics like Mon' Lisa, ay