Calm Down

Yeah

Ugh, I been sittin' on the charts like a beach chair

My last album, spent fifty-two weeks there

Almost finished with the second, you should be scared

Storm's comin' you should go inside and prepare

No shortcuts, it ain't no cheats there

I brought the whole city out like a street fair

Yeah, and fuck it, I'm the coldest white rapper in the game

Since the one with the bleached hair

Yeah, they love it when I talk shit

I get around, yeah I'm on my 2Pac shit

I kinda feel there's no girl I could not get

I'm not found at the function if it's not lit, yeah

It's nothing that no one can tell me

I made it here dolo nobody to help me

From the Bay the birthplace of the hyphy

So bitch come and say to my face, you don't like me

(My love is, working hard ya-da-da mean?)

(My love is, working hard ya-da-da mean?)

(My love is, working hard ya-da-da mean?)

Yeah

(My love is, working hard ya-da-da mean?)

It's like I'm always found where the trouble's at

Drinkin' brown shit, now I'm off a cup of that

Your girl's on me, what's up with that?

If I like her all the shit would really take is a double tap

Havin' visions of fuckin' a A-list singer, Kardashian or a Jenner

But Ye's got Kim, Tyga swooped up Kylie, so it's one left, watch me go get her

Yeah

They tell me calm down

Fuck that, I'm too lit, can't calm down

I'm so drunk right now, I might fall down

And I don't give a fuck how boring y'all sound

Yeah

Up and down on a Wednesday

Then we do the same shit the next day

The next star out the Bay is Eazy

Yadadaimean? Fasho'

Yadadaimean? Foh' sheezy

(My love is, working hard ya-da-da mean?)

(My love is, working hard ya-da-da mean?)

(My love is, working hard ya-da-da mean?)

(My love is, working hard ya-da-da mean?)

(My love is, working hard ya-da-da mean?)

(My love is, working hard ya-da-da mean?)