Paranoid

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[Chorus: June Summers] I think these prices keep going up I'm having dreams and a devil keep on showing up I heard they coming through to get me, so I load it up Plus, heard they got us out to hit me if this ain't enough, I'm straight paranoid New way a not to phone Cause we be talking I don't think that we be all alone Down the street, this ain't hit from me Sometime it ain't what you see, it's what you believe My mind is playing tricks on me [Verse 1: Hussein Fatal] F-Y-I, not five know that You wanna see me paranoid, go get your Kodak Say that, wait. What? Wait that Stack a dolla mafia, all day that You know the time go, ground hard to found guard My mind playing tricks on me, you know I'm letting mine off And everybody got a story to tell But I ain't trynna tell my story from jail, so listen well Know a casket and the life sense going this game If I wasn't getting this dough, I'll probably blow up my brains Feel the flame when the sun touch it We getting money over here and making thugs out you suckers and you know this thing is big [Chorus: June Summers] I think these prices keep going up I'm having dreams and a devil keep on showing up I heard they coming through to get me, so I load it up Plus, heard they got us out to hit me if this ain't enough, I'm straight paranoid New way a not to phone Cause we be talking I don't think that we be all alone Down the street, this ain't hit from me Sometime it ain't what you see, it's what you believe My mind is playing tricks on me [Verse 2: Z-Ro] All these years I've been living this when lesson I learn Everybody that say that my partna want me to burn And if the money straight to head they want me to turn If I go straight then they gon murder me, they want what I earned When I'm in the club I keep my eyes open, I don't trust the whole club Type of nigga to tell the whole club fuck the whole club Used to dream of blood niggas coming to kill me in my sleep But nowadays my enemies slanging a death back pucking like me Fuck it right, I love my hood, but I won't die for it I got children in raised and bullets this ain't got no more time for it Been signed to Rap-A-Lot for protection, I did it for the bread Fuck ass, cause somebody to have my back I'd rather be dead [Chorus: June Summers] I think these prices keep going up I'm having dreams and a devil keep on showing up I heard they coming through to get me, so I load it up Plus, heard they got us out to hit me if this ain't enough, I'm straight paranoid New way a not to phone Cause we be talking I don't think that we be all alone Down the street, this ain't hit from me Sometime it ain't what you see, it's what you believe My mind is playing tricks on me [Verse 3: Young Noble] Some say special illuminati put my body to sleep I hear voices on the phone 'fore I picked up the speak My old lady think I'm crazy, cause I talk in my sleep She be saying I be saying niggas coming for me Baby, it's the Remy and a Henny got me loading the semi (Click up) Paranoid maybe but ready is what I call it (Wassup) Sleep once before, but never no more morning (Never) Like a dot on your forehead, you niggas better go 'head Man, it's like my mind playing tricks on me Feeling like bread, Billy a Bushwick, homie But I ain't sick, homie, they plotting to get homie Know we get caught, my codie a snitch homie This the lonely when I'm sleeping even in a shower Lil niggas want respect, so they kill for power God us dying over turf that ain't even ours Got me peeking out my window while it's once and hours [Chorus: June Summers] I think these prices keep going up I'm having dreams and a devil keep on showing up I heard they coming through to get me, so I load it up Plus, heard they got us out to hit me if this ain't enough, I'm straight paranoid New way a not to phone Cause we be talking I don't think that we be all alone Down the street, this ain't hit from me Sometime it ain't what you see, it's what you believe My mind is playing tricks on me [Verse 4: Trae Tha Truth] Daring at the walls, above myself they will to sleep Death ain't around the corner no more this ass across the street Don't trynna keep my senedy, but they got me going to fuck of On everybody, so, please, stay away from this place Bitch, I don't mean to be rude, but my advice is You will leave about this bitch walking you fucking my mood Even my girl don't feel the same, she came look me of in my eyes Now I kick it by myself, I feel everyone in the skies You out looking for the truth, look it something that you should know If you see me reach for my ways, better get the fuck up and go Cause my pressure building up and I'm feel like I'm bout to blow Anyone of y'all look get it, I can't take it no more Damn!
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Credits
- Writers
- Trae tha Truth
- June Summers
- Z-Ro
- Hussein Fatal
- Young Noble
- E.D.I. Mean