[Intro: Daniel Son]
C-Lance in this motherfucker
BBM in this motherfucker
Northside court side
[Verse 1: Daniel Son]
I hear them talkin' out the side of they neck
No matter what I'ma die with respect
BBM, see me flyin' in jets (Where I be)
I only move when they signin' the check (Bravo)
I hear the symphony, it's sirens of stress
I made a bag when they wasn't lookin'
The recipe, they never understood it
They tried to chef, but they undercook it (Yeah, do that)
I reached the UK for London bookings (My dude)
Shit, what happened to your pack? I heard the youngins took it
You had to buy it back for double the price
Got bad karma, son, earned troublin' nights
If the 12 get behind, then I'm runnin' the lights (We gone)
Tried to tell 'em, tried to give 'em all some subtle advice (Tried to tell 'em)
Get a bag, then I split it with the team
Got million dollar dreams
That's for all the shit 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 & Charlie Fettah]
I learned to keep calm through the fire
'Til the Fat Lady start to sing a song with the choir (Sing that shit)
Hear 12, burn the asphalt with the tire (I hear 12)
How much? What you need?
We got it all for the buyers (How much?)
I learned to keep calm through the fire
'Til the Fat Lady start to sing a song with the choir (Sing that shit)
Hear 12, burn the asphalt with the tire (I hear 12)
How much? What you need? (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
We got it all for the buyers (Brown Bag Money)
[Verse 2: Charlie Fettah]
Grey skies, cold rain, gold chain, eyes full of pain
Tell me why you starvin' for fame?
I'm lookin' for bucks (Money)
Package the product, zippin' it up (Zip it up)
Life on a choppin' block, one slip and you fucked (Wow)
Yeah, it's dog eat dog in a world full of violence
We never talk, never text, we operatin' in silence
Stitch on the lip, blick on the hip with tape on the grip
Take what we want for the flip (Give me that, give me that, give me that)
You gotta step on that fish
All the folks in my 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 will panic (Rookie)
But my conglomerate and I are used to takin' advantage (Make money)
From the bottom all the way up, cookin' in dirty kitchens
Powder in the pot and a sink full of dirty dishes (Yeah)
Double-point digit, dime bags in my emission
These the days of our lives, I ain't sellin' a fixture, let's go
[Chorus: Daniel Son]
I learned to keep calm through the fire
'Til the Fat Lady start to sing a song with the choir (Sing that shit)
Hear 12, burn the asphalt with the tire (I hear 12)
How much? What you need?
We got it all for the buyers (How much?)
I learned to keep calm through the fire
'Til the Fat Lady start to sing a song with the choir (Sing that shit)
Hear 12, burn the asphalt with the tire (I hear 12)
How much? What you need?
We got it all for the buyers (Brown Bag Money)
[Verse 3: Jay Royale]
The portfolio is thought provokin'
I can't stop until Bentley doors get opened
The way I form a poem is like a shitstorm approachin'
Poised and potent, I'm Lion-O with the Sword of Omen
Wear my pants low, swing a stick like I'm Panthro
Where I'm from, you could see it granted from the bando
Split it with the fam, I'm like Marlon Brando
Close the Benz door, pen bars sharp as a Gemstar
React off M4's, provokin' smoke like a menthol
We made a killin' off the white girl without a rental
Shout out to everybody involved
I'm antisocial, told 'em chill 'fore they take our photo
We cop two P's together like the PayPal logo (*Chf*)
Spit phlegm in your face, turn beef to a flamin' steak
Goofy turn to Pookie if you ever infiltrate
Pencil the date, I eat food off your dinner plate
Keep it short and fancy, cook niggas like Gordon Ramsay, uh
