Intro (Don’t Panic)

By Potter Payper

On Training Day 2

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[Verse]

Shit it's normal, I'm hands on

Dip set him like Cam'ron

We the ones them boy there ran from

I never caught them boy there, thank God

Blowing on my shamrocks, smoke till I'm Wan Gok

And I've got Tamrock

Trapper, got a backlog

Trap star, came up off of back block

Rap star, came up off of BL@CKBOX

Weed smoke loud like my actions

And you can get a picture, no caption

In the yard with some akhs them

Going hard, do the maths then

Bad B, I dig the accent

She from Manny, I'm with Danny, got the packs then

And you know I got it with me, Potter lack when?

Yeah you had it popping, that was back then

Back then, yeah I used to touch pen

Back then I never used to touch pen

Yeah I had the trap going nuts then

Cause I think I'm money, need that in a hurry

Line banging, they flurry

Day and nite, Kid Cudi

Told my fam "Don't worry"

I'm up till the morning cause my team need all this

Who would have thought this?

I hit the studio, he takes the orders

No squares in my circle, all my killers lawless

Them man just performers, such a good performance

My hitters tell me "Tell my man don't record us"

My bros walk in jewellers, balling like some ballers

Shit me I'm just cooling, I think I'm the coolest

You can't touch my riches

Even if you had M.C. Hammer and them 187 bitches

I told my bros "Come, we get this"

Get paid ridiculous, regardless, relentless

I'm not a star man, they lied

I've got a car full of killers outside, mine's reckless

We the ones backstage so loud

You can smell me from the entrance

Ten bottles of that nectar

Courtesy of O.D.G. the director

Be the dope boy, Hector

I reload like selecta, since Bo Selecta!

Ten toes down, watch me get the fuck up

I run through this game and shit's getting stuck up

All I wanna do is count dough and roll up in the extras

Act like you know me or go get a reference ASAP

Straight cash, riding round the city like I'm Dame Dash

Looking for a party I can gatecrash

No shoes in the shoe box, it's straight cash

Couple yakked boys sitting on your main stash

Real back in style, we want the game back

They're washed up, I'm raw like what came back

I'm bad boy Diddy, tryna take that

They're washed up, I'm raw like what came back