Paranoid
I told my people if I'm victim of a homicide
Who all gone ride and who gone sit around and fucking cry
No I'm not perfect but for my daughter damn right I'ma try
I know some niggas got some envy
Feel like they all out to get me
I be paranoid whenever I be getting high
When I'm alone I get to talking looking at the sky
Not to myself but to the ones who left me when they died
Lord have mercy on me, Yeahhhh
Have mercy on my soul
Know y'all watching me real close
Say better days ahead
I must be on the wrong road
Free my brodie out that cell
I tried to tell em right before
Nigga watch yo back I hear them hissing they too close
I think I'm tripping ion know
It's like I'm gifted with a curse
I'm drawing scriptures writing pictures every time I spit a verse
I see you niggas riding waves
I peep yall lowkey tryna surf
And I ain't tryna kick
Like a football ina turf
(Bitch, aye)
Victim of a homicide
Ooohh,Ooooh
Victim of a homicide, Oh
And I can't have my mama crying
I told my people if I'm victim of a homicide
Who all gone ride
And who gone sit around and fucking cry
No I'm not perfect but for my daughter damn right I'ma try
I know some niggas got some envy
Feel like they all out to get me
I be paranoid whenever I be getting high
When I'm alone I get to talking looking at the sky
Not to myself but to the ones who left me when they died
Lord have mercy on me, Yeahhhh
Who all gone ride and who gone sit around and fucking cry
No I'm not perfect but for my daughter damn right I'ma try
I know some niggas got some envy
Feel like they all out to get me
I be paranoid whenever I be getting high
When I'm alone I get to talking looking at the sky
Not to myself but to the ones who left me when they died
Lord have mercy on me, Yeahhhh
Have mercy on my soul
Know y'all watching me real close
Say better days ahead
I must be on the wrong road
Free my brodie out that cell
I tried to tell em right before
Nigga watch yo back I hear them hissing they too close
I think I'm tripping ion know
It's like I'm gifted with a curse
I'm drawing scriptures writing pictures every time I spit a verse
I see you niggas riding waves
I peep yall lowkey tryna surf
And I ain't tryna kick
Like a football ina turf
(Bitch, aye)
Victim of a homicide
Ooohh,Ooooh
Victim of a homicide, Oh
And I can't have my mama crying
I told my people if I'm victim of a homicide
Who all gone ride
And who gone sit around and fucking cry
No I'm not perfect but for my daughter damn right I'ma try
I know some niggas got some envy
Feel like they all out to get me
I be paranoid whenever I be getting high
When I'm alone I get to talking looking at the sky
Not to myself but to the ones who left me when they died
Lord have mercy on me, Yeahhhh
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Writer(s): William Hutchinson
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