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keep calm - c-lance lyrics

intro: daniel son:

c*lance in this moaf*cka, bbm in this moaf*cka, northside courtside!

verse 1: daniel son:

i had ’em talkin’ out they side of they neck, no matter what i’mma die with respect, bbm see me fly in ’em jets (where i be)
i only move when they signin’ the check (5*0!), i hear the symphony the sirens is stressed
i made a bag when they wasn’t lookin’, the recipe they never understood it, they tryna chef but they undercook it (yeah do that)
i reached the uk for london bookings (my dude!), sh*t what happened to yo’ pack i heard the youngins took it!
you had to buy a bag for doubled up price, got bad karma, son, or i’m troublin’ nice
if the 12 get behind then i’m runnin’ the lights (we gone!), try to tell ’em try to give ’em most of ’em some of advice (tell ’em tell ’em)
get a bag then i split it with the team, got million dollar dreams, that’s for all the sh*t that i done seen (for all that)
my life been a movie you can put it on the screen, gone in 60 seconds see me fleein’ from the scene, my duke!
chorus: daniel son (x2):

i learned to keep calm through the fire ’til the fat lady started singin’ songs with the choir (sing that sh*t!)
hit the 12, burn the asphalt with the tire (i hit the 12!), i got what you need we got a don for the buyers! how much?
the brown bag one!

verse 2: charlie fettah:

yeah yeah yeah yeah, grey skies (grey skies!), gold ring, gold chain, eyes fulla pain, tell me why you starvin’ for fame?
i’m lookin’ for bucks (money!), pack is the product zippin’ it up (zip it up!), life on a choppin’ block once slip and you f*cked (woah!)
yes is dog eat dog in a world fulla violence, we never talk never tax! we operate it in silence
stitch on they lip, bl!ck on they hip, with tape on the grip
take what we want ‘fore they flip (gimme that gimme that gimme that!), you gotta step on that fish
all the folks in my squad (squad!) from elaborate fabric, we always got the food when the plug is fluent in spanish (papi!)
tough times when the money low a rookie (rookie!) will panic but my conglomerate an hour used to take it advantage (make money!)
from the bottom all the way up, cookin’ in dirty kitchens, patter in the pattern the sink fulla dirty dishes
double*point digi dime bags in my emission, these the days of our lives i ain’t sellin’ a fixture, let’s go!

chorus: daniel son (x2)

verse 3: jay royale:

the portfolio is thought provokin’, i can’t stop in ’til bentley thoughts get open, the way i form a poem is like a sh*tstorm approachin’
poised to poke and i’m lyin’ all with the sword all on me, where my pants low slingin’ stick like a pan thrower
where i’m from, you can see it granted from the bad dose, split it with the fam i’m like marlon brando
close the benz door, pen bars sharp as a gemstar, react off emperors, provokin’ smoke like a mentor
we made a k!llin’ off the white girl but filed our rentor, shout out to everybody involved
i’m antisocial, told ’em k!ll ‘fore they take our photo, got two p’s together like the paypal logo, chf…
spit phlegm in yo’ face turn beef to a flam o’ steak, goofies turn to pookie if you ever infiltrate
pass all the day that i eat food off your dinner plate, keep it short, offensive, cook n*ggas like gordon ramsay, uh

- c lance lyrics

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