Paranoid
Living my life on the edge having fun
Talkin to Greg while he shaping me up
Roc taught me stack what you make put it up
Nobody taught me how to jump out the cut
That boy go dummy he mental or what
That's for the times me and mine ain't have none
Now me and mine could go chill in the sun
Still with lil gill and he will let it buss
These niggas better watch how they address me
Yea I be cool but shit still could get hectic
PTSD I might need me a medic
Stuck with this stick me and her should get married
Told em don't move or we will hit it up
Niggas stood still and we still hit it up
Pop me a perc and get deep in her gut
Ain't get no sleep on that side
I can't lie
I had dreams and nightmares
No Meek though
Screams in my ear
No Leeko
Feins was right there what you need bruh
Police knock on the door
Put the weed up
Bitch start acting out I don't need her
Slime in this bitch with me
So don't sneeze on em
They know any false move we gone squeeze on em
My lil bruddas too street I won't leave em
Cut off so many friends I don't need em
I call momma FaceTime I don't see her
I call nay nay FaceTime I don't see her
Miss my papa on nadi I need him
Had a dream that I bodied the reaper
And my dreams steady making me paranoid
Grab the glizzy I'm thinking I hear a noise
They invading inside just know we insured
Ain't gone blow what you toting that heater for
And we up by so much I don't see a score
I done made me some money I need sum more
I been winning too much this shit get boring
Really love you I don't gotta force it
I had nightmares bout getting my door kicked
Still on that four shit
Living my life on the edge having fun
Talkin to Greg while he shaping me up
Roc taught me stack what you make put it up
Nobody taught me how to jump out the cut
That boy go dummy he mental or what
That's for the times me and mine ain't have none
Now me and mine could go chill in the sun
Still with lil gill and he will let it buss
These niggas better watch how they address me
Yea I be cool but shit still could get hectic
PTSD I might need me a medic
Stuck with this stick me and her should get married
Told em don't move or we will hit it up
Niggas stood still and we still lit it up
Pop me a perc and get deep in her gut
Ain't get no sleep on that side
I can't lie
I had dreams and nightmares
No Meek though
Screams in my ear
No Leeko
Feins was right there what you need bruh
Police knock on the door
Put the weed up
Bitch start acting out I don't need her
Slime in this bitch with me
So Don't sneeze on em
They know any false move we gone squeeze on em
Talkin to Greg while he shaping me up
Roc taught me stack what you make put it up
Nobody taught me how to jump out the cut
That boy go dummy he mental or what
That's for the times me and mine ain't have none
Now me and mine could go chill in the sun
Still with lil gill and he will let it buss
These niggas better watch how they address me
Yea I be cool but shit still could get hectic
PTSD I might need me a medic
Stuck with this stick me and her should get married
Told em don't move or we will hit it up
Niggas stood still and we still hit it up
Pop me a perc and get deep in her gut
Ain't get no sleep on that side
I can't lie
I had dreams and nightmares
No Meek though
Screams in my ear
No Leeko
Feins was right there what you need bruh
Police knock on the door
Put the weed up
Bitch start acting out I don't need her
Slime in this bitch with me
So don't sneeze on em
They know any false move we gone squeeze on em
My lil bruddas too street I won't leave em
Cut off so many friends I don't need em
I call momma FaceTime I don't see her
I call nay nay FaceTime I don't see her
Miss my papa on nadi I need him
Had a dream that I bodied the reaper
And my dreams steady making me paranoid
Grab the glizzy I'm thinking I hear a noise
They invading inside just know we insured
Ain't gone blow what you toting that heater for
And we up by so much I don't see a score
I done made me some money I need sum more
I been winning too much this shit get boring
Really love you I don't gotta force it
I had nightmares bout getting my door kicked
Still on that four shit
Living my life on the edge having fun
Talkin to Greg while he shaping me up
Roc taught me stack what you make put it up
Nobody taught me how to jump out the cut
That boy go dummy he mental or what
That's for the times me and mine ain't have none
Now me and mine could go chill in the sun
Still with lil gill and he will let it buss
These niggas better watch how they address me
Yea I be cool but shit still could get hectic
PTSD I might need me a medic
Stuck with this stick me and her should get married
Told em don't move or we will hit it up
Niggas stood still and we still lit it up
Pop me a perc and get deep in her gut
Ain't get no sleep on that side
I can't lie
I had dreams and nightmares
No Meek though
Screams in my ear
No Leeko
Feins was right there what you need bruh
Police knock on the door
Put the weed up
Bitch start acting out I don't need her
Slime in this bitch with me
So Don't sneeze on em
They know any false move we gone squeeze on em
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Writer(s): Malik Dyer
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