Keep Calm, Carry On ft. Lul Maine Lyrics

(This ain't a race lil baby this a marathon)

(Even thru the struggle kept calm and I carried on)

(Only pray when it get bad why you swear to God?)

(Feel like a don get it on with don perignon)

This ain't a race lil baby this a marathon

Even thru the struggle kept calm and I carried on

Only pray when it get bad why you swear to God?

Feel like a don get it on with don perignon

Put my heart on my sleeve and my soul up on this track

Call her Ricky I pull her tracks and buss up on ha back

Don't need a UAV i'ma red dot onna map

Young Cambodian tryna put the culture on his back

I'm from a grimey city

Even before the fame bitches poppin tiddies

Had to switch lanes see who really rockin wimme

Rip Nip with these blues on a chain i'm dropping sixty

(Rip Nip with these blues on a chain i'm dropping sixty)

This ain't a race lil baby this a marathon

Even thru the struggle kept calm and I carried on

Only pray when it get bad why you swear to God

Feel like a don get it on with don perignon

One for the poverty so we pop a champagne

Two tryna copy me but cant do it the same

Three feel like rocky wont see me lose to a lame

Four on IG showing her body she ain't got no shame

Drake and Chris brown she got no guidance

Say we got chemistry this ain't science

If i'm lying then i'm flying

Only here for 4 seasons attack on titan

I told the bitch to keep calm, yo, bitch, she fuckin' with Lil' Maine

Because she know that I'm a don

I'm in the store, two blacks, I'm finna make another song

I love my lil' freak bitch, she throw it back in the thong

My nigga Verse sent the beat, I told bro, I'm finna gas it

Niggas speakin' on Lil' Maine, I think he wanna meet his casket

These niggas hatin' for no reason, I'm just makin' clothes and rappin

If I don't get it out the stu, then I'ma get it out the trappin

I'm nothin' like the last, I told the bitch, I'm not average

Niggas yappin' on the gram, I'm like lil nigga stop the actin

I told the bitch, you on my time, then lil' bitch, I need my back ends

And no more rainy days, so every dollar, bitch, I'm stackin

All that capping in yo rap, y'all need to hang it up

She ain't believin' shit I say, but I don't give a fuck

It's me and Verse, you niggas know that y'all can't fuck with us

And if you ever turn your back, then, bitch, you outta luck

And fuck with a broke nigga, gotta say, bitch, I'm tryna ball

She got a pretty face in the back, I'm finna hit it raw

These niggas fag off for no reason, I can't fuck with y'all

And all you rap about is pullin' skits, you need to knock it off

All you gotta do is tell me what you need, and I'ma drop it off

I do this rap shit for the fam, that's why I'm goin' off

He said he was gon' grab me when he see me, but ain't pop it off

He said he was gon' grab me when he see me, but ain't pop it off

Nigga