Panic Disorder Lyrics

My right, my right, I just gots to get my hand right, my right
I just gots to get my hand right, my right
I just gots to get my hand right, my right
I just gots to get my

As I sit in this home corner room struggle
Trying to get my shit together so a nigger stop bugging
It is my right, my right, I just gots to get my hand right, my right
I just gots to get my

Told yo all I'm strapped, one another know
Nice [?] rap I'm never going broke
My flow dope ain't belong to the nigger
I spit food for thoughts so I'm starting to feed you
We don't believe you, you ain't me stopping
You're the type to flash your gun but won't pop it
Listen I never sleep, you are forever weak
Strong [?] you're blocking you'll never eat
I felt pain, I'm a man you'll ever beat
I make the song cry, music is my therapy
I got love for my mom cause she care for me
But fuck everybody else who wasn't there for me
Got a respect coming and the checks coming
And the haters plotting, so attack coming
I hear the people talk you are the next coming
Of greatness in this rap, let me do something

My right, my right, I just gots to get my hand right, my right
I just gots to get my hand right, my right
I just gots to get my hand right, my right
I just gots to get my

As I sit in this home corner room struggle
Trying to get my shit together so a nigger stop bugging
It is my right, my right, I just gots to get my hand right, my right
I just gots to get my

I'm out of shit up in the club with the vest on, bottle of [?]
No jewels my Louise and a Beretta on
Best believe we can get it no Jimmy Fox [?] to the sense
We a bunch of criminals, bullets burn them with [?] your gun place subliminal
In other words you're so [?] but I'm so straight forward when I blast my attack
Have a nigger like damn I can't feel my Mac
Can't feel your spline, I'm [?] equipped, I steal your shine
Block the whole sun out, walk upon your [?] and empty the whole [?] out
Drill time they were starting when the [?] came
So I hit them with that ghetto metal wax [?] cane
All ladies in the hood like what a shame
I ain't talking dollar bills when I make it rain

My right, my right, I just gots to get my hand right, my right
I just gots to get my hand right, my right
I just gots to get my hand right, my right
I just gots to get my

As I sit in this home corner room struggle
Trying to get my shit together so a nigger stop bugging
It is my right, my right, I just gots to get my hand right, my right
I just gots to get my

Frost flows real on you niggers like tsunami
I sell winter to the Portoricans mamies
Let a nigger wanna try me, the A [?] let them know there is no need for Rv
Gun point is my job rapper's a hobby, and soon as we rob rappers in the hotel lobbies
I ain't happy to the whole team eager
Two shots in the casket and open sleep gun
Lyrical equipped [?] go ahead make my day, I spray my k
Out these bitch niggers like frost take my game
Cause I was about to grab another brick anyway
Scared niggers they don't wanna see the semi spray
I knew that was his chick but I fucked her anyway
He wasn't fucking [?] so what the fuck did he say?
... triple with these whose [?] company way

My right, my right, I just gots to get my hand right, my right
I just gots to get my hand right, my right
I just gots to get my hand right, my right
I just gots to get my

As I sit in this home corner room struggle
Trying to get my shit together so a nigger stop bugging
It is my right, my right, I just gots to get my hand right, my right
I just gots to get my my.

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