Don't Panic Lyrics - Kevin Gates

Fuck the rap game, I won't get it like G 

Put me on the block, go to thuggin' like E 

Think I'm goin' back but free my nigga [?] 

Me and gunner, 9th innin', just beat a life sentence 

Anyone of you lil' boys on the yard, throw the coffee in your face 

While your wife stick a knife in your kidney 

Bitch I'm goin' crazy, goin' all gangsta 

9 milli's slangin', [?] 

MAC 11 rangin', jumpin' out, walkin' up on blocks 

40-50 shots, I'm a clean a nigga's clock 

Everybody gettin' whopped 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 a shot and miss it 

50 niggas from New Orleans come and turn around the city 

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What's happenin'? Don't panic, don't panic 

We 'bout to... get 'em dead, don't panic, don't panic 

Wasn't thinkin' 'bout a jewel and nigga showed off 

Couldn't use your brain, now you gotta get 'em blowed off 

Dog, get a call, everything for the scram 

Don't panic, don't panic 

Fuck bein' friendly, nigga say what's on your mind 

I'm bein' quiet, I got murder on mine 

I got murder on mine, I got murder on mine 

Killin' what I love, I got murder on mine 

Fuck bein' friendly, nigga say what's on your mind 

I'm bein' quiet, I got murder on mine 

I got murder on mine, I got murder on mine 

Killin' what I love, I got murder on mine 

Team strong as a bitch, layin' law down 

Everything feel the business, lay 'em all down 

Auto manslaughter but you never 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 gonna [?], we already died twice 

God in my heart when I gave back life 

I was coolin', 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 

I will beef with you anywhere, any place 

Ugly ass btich better fall back 

Keep my name out your mouth or get your hard hat 

Raps are the enforcer, I meant to say the landlord 

Better yet, let me let them rubber bands talk 

I don't mind doin' time, I'm a doin' time vet 

Hustle in the jailhouse, bread, wanna bet? 

BWA, this is not BMF 

Everything around me convicted already 

Pull my clique together, built it from the inside 

Penitentiary rules in effect 

You lil' boys go to jail but you 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's wife 

Everyone that say salamu alaikum ain't your brother 

Come to my respect, I'm a die overnight