Calm Down

Lyrics

[Intro: Ced Hughes] Yeah, uh [Verse 1: Ced Hughes] I'm about to teach niggas some life lessons If I'm gunning for ya spot, better switch ya profession 'Cause my direction is brilliant like Wes Anderson While you Royal Tenenbaums keep on ramblin' I dig deeper in ya chick's uterus Call me Ced Bin Laden, the vagina terrorist, look It's no relevance if you ain't got bars It's kinda like niggas tryna benchpress the stars Ya chest too small, ya hands ain't cold enough I [?] spittin' with the flow, I just over clutch And I overthrow niggas like hip-toss And push ya to the limits like the belly on Rick Ross To the tip top if where I shall take it My words all mighty, so they must be sacred Can't channel us so the runnin' outta patience We a satellite and they just cable-basic [Chorus: Ced Hughes] I tried to tell these niggas to calm down But they don't wanna hear it I tried to tell these nigga to be easy But they don't wanna hear it I tried to tell these niggas to calm down But they don't wanna hear it I tried to tell these nigga to be easy Now it's way to late for 'em [Verse 2: Curren$y] It's not a game, it's the Planes, go by the name Hot Spitta, that nigga, New Orleans lyricist Vacation in this thing, niggas wanna know who brung with me Nobody but the game, FS Jets Wherever we land we recieve respect, as if it were our set Curren$y the Hot Spitta, I'm a legend like Zelda Homie, I don't know what else to tell ya, my city won't rep me if I'm a failure I'm the leader of the rebellion No longer settle for the bullshit music they sell ya Me and Ced come to help ya out Tell wack rappers to shut they mouth A hundred million bars, what the fuck are they about? Ask Jeeves, homie, don't ask me Y'all Jordan Fusions, I'm OGs Number Threes autographed by Spike Lee—Mars