Never Stress or Panic (Intro)

"Yeah... It's Brudda Nay...

Where's the fucking lighter?

Lemme give the people suttin..."

Spitting so charismatic
I got that acrobatic
Pass the spliff to the left
And Then we hit the attic
We got it automatic
Chill back and miss the traffic
That ain’t your lane
Keeping sane
Don’t live your life dramatic
I live a life of lavish
I never stress or panic
I sit back, meditate
While I bill organic
Life in the fast lane
Up in the cash game
Life inna Babylon
Make me wanna fly Atlantic
I never really plan it...
Ok I lied I plan it
But with a mind like this
I’m from another planet
I’m from another world
Where little boys and girls
Don't hate each other for their skin
Or even for their curls
Up in their fucking hair
Now take your fucking hands
And put em in the air
Now lemme say a prayer
For every bar sprayer
I find em hiding in a corner
Like Bin Laden's lair
I left em lying there
Now lemme take it to the hook
For the people
No I could never be a second
Or your equal
It’s number one
Numero uno
Brudda Nay yea' you know
I could never be a sequel

You see I keep it Kalonje
Like I’m Sizzla
I got the grade
Now where the fucks the Rizzla ?
Where the fucks the real shit?
Why’s it all fake?
And why you tryna lie
Right up in my fucking face
Acting like I like them
Acting like I do
But wait, why should I pretend?
Fam fuck you!

Enough of that weak shit
I ain’t on no beef
Except for last week
I had to buss a nigga teeth
"Buss a nigga down
Buss a nigga down
Jump up in my whip
And then I cruise around town"
That’s how you dumb man sound
I’m Tryna build a black empire from the ground
I’m Tryna sow a seed
Give the yute them what they need
All while simultaneously
Smoking on some tree