I might be a little too honest Ive been tryna make a run for it I gave 10 bands to the lawyer incase it goes down I could never be too cautious Put the safe underneath designer carpet I found the only way to keep the stress off me is stay out of town But at least I'm running from the madness These nigga's still sittin' on they ass I whip the foreign all through traffic Bad lil bitch got a foreign accent Im rocking too much palm angel I cant be embarrassed But I got to go she was to messy She love to show her ass on her fucking exit The jet got clearance Dropped 50k in yen, It ain't have no Karats Im in a vintage chrome hearts neckless I been overseas looking for the Texas Sipping on juice, it's a dirty Fanta Tryna get away from dirty Diana Lately I've been feeling paranoid at random They been tryna turn me to a loose cannon Don't panic, All I tell myself now is don't panic Said these nigga's want favors, sounds outlandish I book a flight and find out pussy when I landed Tell her don't panic I done made shawty a Chanel bandit I ain't taking no xans, I don't feel sadness You know it's real when a foreigner tells you don't panic