Keep Calm

[Intro: Daniel Son]
C-Lance in this mothafucka!
BBM in this mothafucka!
Northside Courtside!

[Verse 1: Daniel Son]
I hear them talkin' out the side of they neck
No matter what I'mma 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 tryna chef but they undercook it (Yeah do that)
I reached the UK for London bookings (My dude!)
Shit what happened to yo' 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]
I learned to keep calm through the fire 'til the Fat Lady start to sing a song with the choir (Sing that shit!)
Hear the 12, burn the asphalt with the tire (I hear the 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 the 12, burn the asphalt with the tire (I hear the 12!)
How much? What you need? We got it all for the buyers! (Brown bag one!)

[Verse 2: Charlie Fettah]
Yeah yeah yeah yeah, grey skies (grey skies!), cold rain, gold chain
Eyes fulla 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 (Woah!)
Yeah it’s dog eat dog in a world fulla 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 (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 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 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]
I learned to keep calm through the fire 'til the Fat Lady start to sing a song with the choir (Sing that shit!)
Hear the 12, burn the asphalt with the tire (I hear the 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 the 12, burn the asphalt with the tire (I hear the 12!)
How much? What you need? We got it all for the buyers! (Brown bag one!)

[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 the portent, I'm lyin' 'em with the shorter omen
Wear my pants low, swing a stick like a pan thrower
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 our rentor, 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 yo' face, turn beef to a flaming 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