Percs and Paranoia

Lyrics

[Intro: Leaf Ward] Bet, hurry up, hurry up Uh, Leaf, uh, uh He ain't got no work—, like I'm still there when I leave Leaf, uh Hurry up, Tay Uh, uh, uh [Verse 1: Leaf Ward] He ain't got no work under his belt, he can't go We don't do emotion, they know that's somethin' we can't show He ain't puttin' on his new opp pack and he can't blow That block was a lil' too long and he ran slow We gon' get back for my niggas, we vowed and we really did it They comparin' me to Boosie, he rap and he really with it Niggas never did nothin' to one of mine in a minute Got the drop, we wеnt up top on that nigga, he shitted We gon' only tеll the truth and then you could Google the proof We gon' let that nigga hang himself, just give him the noose Niggas know I'm from the deuce, it's gon' take a while to get used Five-seven sound like a flute, duck by that truck and go through it I'm so deep inside the trenches like I'm still there when I leave Blood be drippin' when I cry, inhale gun smoke when I breath I could tell you what we did, but you probably ain't gon' believe Body snatchin' like we thieves, that's the proper way to grieve Hit my knees and beg the Lord forgive me, but here come your child They can try whatever but only gon' do what you allow Niggas foul, they took my brother, he his mother only child That's why I ain't smile in awhile, I try to forgive, I don't know how Rattin' out, throw in the towel, this real life, this ain't no style Walked her son to his ditch before he could walk down the aisle Tears drippin' down my mom's face, somebody gotta pay for that He came to her crib and hit her son, he in the way for that We take that shit the furthest when it's war, we don't play with that Stashed away my ratchet in the masjid, I prayed with that Told me bring that pain back, but I was tryna change that Spin, he got hit, but not benched, so he came back Close enough to touch, to guarantee hit what I aim at That nigga had his pole, we still sent his soul where the rain at [?][1:45] the worst, got in that room, ain't say a word We don't really know who did it, we gon' go off what we heard [Chorus: Tsu Surf & Leaf Ward] Percocets and paranoia, got' keep one up in the head How I'm supposed to sleep when I know killers want me dead? Hope nobody get us caught up for it, he turnt fed He ain't had to cop, he could've beat it, but he plead He can't pour his pain out, so fuck it, he pour lean up Tryna feed my niggas but the feds broke my team up Shooter for his school and the gang, fucked his dreams up Tryna slide on Ramadan, fucked his Deen up [Verse 2: Tsu Surf] Insha'Allah they never catch us, I'm still ridin' with these Crips I've been prayin' for forgiveness, only sliders in this whip My lil' brother, he go sick, just some choppers and new drip Made a movie, got away, then he got caught up with that stick I call the killers, then they poppin' out, slid, we shot it out It hold thirty, tape the ass, if it get used we swap it out Block of zombies, hood thriller, he can't trap, he just a driller Ain't go see the homie mama yet, we still ain't killed his killer Fuck the talk about? Slaughterhouse Six closest homies gotta lift him up and walk him out He ain't really bangin', he just from around there, stall him out Turnt him into Casper Sometimes Daddy pick up, sometimes, I feel like a bastard Sent some niggas to the pastor Washed the body, wrapped it, I threw up in his Janazah He survive and die, it's still a body that we captured Devil in my ear, I hear his laughter Catch 'em lackin', we gon' climb up with that ladder All them gangster captions, when we catch him, where his pipe at? I say if he can't do it sober, he ain't like that Used his last stamp, that dirty bitch ain't even write back Take my chain, I want his life, don't want no fuckin' ice back I pack a pound of blow Caught it on tape, I ain't claimin' it is ours though Know it's eighty thousand, I don't trust 'em, still count it, though Gotta sit it in the water, not too long, don't drown it, though Lost my mind when Blink died, we smoked a opp, I found it, though Gotta pick a side, I peep your style, I see you playin' both They say love don't cost a thing, I swear to God, I paid the most Sent the youngest killers 'cause they hungry, he been layin' low Homie did a dozen, he ain't stressin', he got eight to go We ain't have no foreigns, just a stoley and a pole Only ghost around my hood is a couple niggas' soul We ain't have no foreigns, just a stoley and a pole Only ghost around my hood— [Chorus: Tsu Surf & Leaf Ward] Percocets and paranoia, got' keep one up in the head How I'm supposed to sleep when I know killers want me dead? Hope nobody get us caught up for it, he turnt fed He ain't had to cop, he could've beat it, but he plead He can't pour his pain out, so fuck it, he pour lean up Tryna feed my niggas but the feds broke my team up Shooter for his school and the gang, fucked his dreams up Tryna slide on Ramadan, fucked his Deen up