Don't Panic – Kevin Gates: Στίχοι τραγουδιών, μουσικά βίντεο και συναυλίες

Don't Panic

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Hip-Hop/Rap

Don't Panic κυκλοφόρησε στις 15 Δεκεμβρίου 2014 από Bread Winners' Association/Atlantic ως μέρος του άλμπουμ Luca Brasi 2: A Gangsta Grillz Special Edition

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ΆλμπουμLuca Brasi 2: A Gangsta Grillz Special Edition

Ημερομηνία κυκλοφορίας15 Δεκεμβρίου 2014

ΕτικέταBread Winners' Association/Atlantic

ΓλώσσαEnglish

Μελωδικότητα

Ακουστικότητα

Βαλάνς

Χορευτικότητα

Ενέργεια

BPM113

ΕΠΙΣΚΌΠΗΣΗ

ΣΤΊΧΟΙ

Μουσικό βίντεο

Μουσικό βίντεο

Συντελεστές

PERFORMING ARTISTS

Kevin Gates

Lead Vocals

Diego Ave

Programming, Keyboards

Earl Hood

Programming, Keyboards

Eric Goudy II

Keyboards, Programming

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

Diego Ave

Songwriter

Earl Hood

Songwriter

Eric Goudy II

Songwriter

Kevin Gilyard

Songwriter

PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING

Diego Ave

Producer

Earl Hood

Producer

Eric Goudy II

Producer

Dana Richard

Assistant Mixing Engineer

Nathan Burgess

Assistant Mixing Engineer

Matthew Desrameaux

Matthew Desrameaux

Engineer

Chris Athens

Mastering Engineer

Robert Marks

Mixing Engineer, Mastering Engineer

John Shullman

Recording Engineer

Thurston McCrea

Thurston McCrea

Recording Engineer

Στίχοι

[Verse 1]

Fuck the rap game, I wanna get it like G

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

Think I'm goin' back, but free my **** Lump

Me and Gunna, ninth 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, going out gangsta

9 milli's slangin', Telly Hankton

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

40-50 shots, I'ma clean a **** clock

Everybody gettin' rocked when we hop out

Pussy better not cry now

****, where we from, it's the code that we live or we die by

Grrrrrat, ****, bye bye

No police up in the business when you get the shot and miss it

Fifty **** from New Orleans come and terrorize the city

[Chorus]

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

'Bout to get 'em dead, don't panic, don't panic

Wasn't thinkin' 'bout a jewel, a **** showed off

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

Dog, get a call, everything for the scram

Don't panic, don't panic

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

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

I got murder on mine, I got murder on mine

Defending what I love, I got murder on mine

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

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

I got murder on mine, I got murder on mine

Defending what I love, I got murder on mine

[Verse 2]

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, ****, fuck that

Meek men is Gunna and Boobie, 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 ****, no pen to the page

And I will beef with you anywhere, any place

Lil' ugly ass bitch better fall back

Keep my name out your mouth or get your hard hat

Brasi the enforcer, I meant to say the landlord

Better yet, let me let them rubber bands talk

[Chorus]

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

'Bout to get 'em dead, don't panic, don't panic

Wasn't thinkin' 'bout a jewel, a **** showed off

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

Dog, get a call, everything for the scram

Don't panic, don't panic

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

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

I got murder on mine, I got murder on mine

Defending what I love, I got murder on mine

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

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

I got murder on mine, I got murder on mine

Defending what I love, I got murder on mine

[Verse 3]

I don't mind doin' time, I'ma doin' time vet

Hustle in the jailhouse, Bread Winner vet

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 **** gang raped by their own gang members

Cliquin' up with other gangs and they kill their own ****

Seen a **** on a visit huggin' on his wife

Get back to the cell, he another **** wife

Everyone that say salamu alaykum ain't your brother

Come to my respect, I'ma die over nothing

[Chorus]

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

'Bout to get 'em dead, don't panic, don't panic

Wasn't thinkin' 'bout a jewel, a **** showed off

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

Dog, get a call, everything for the scram

Don't panic, don't panic

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

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

I got murder on mine, I got murder on mine

Defending what I love, I got murder on mine

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

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

I got murder on mine, I got murder on mine

Defending what I love, I got murder on mine

Written by: Diego Ave, Earl Hood, Eric Goudy II, Kevin Gates

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