PARANOID
You never know
What could go wrong
What's set in stone
Can change
Damn, I finally found the beat that's gonna save me
Floating wit sum fees, they parade me
Mardi Gras streets, shoulder-peeking, will I make it home safely
I'm paranoid, paranoid
Boy I'm drunk, I gotta slap myself awake
Friends straight, they got Ubers on the way
Lucky me, I'm parked seven blocks away
Praying for my fate
I know I'll be straight too if I keep going straight
But dude behind me got my heart rate beating through my chest
Little does he know that I've squared up with the best
I'll put on a show if he puts me in jeop-
Are these my last breaths
Selfie checks every ten secs, (fuck!)
Cuz shoulda woulda coulda doesn't matter
Mardi Gras ball, let's have a malice at the palace
Either he gone turn around or test me
Finally we hit the street my car's on
Ima walk past, spin back, case I'm not wrong
Cuz you never know
What could go wrong
What's set in stone
Can change
Damn I finally found the beat that's gonna save me
Floating wit sum fees, they parade me
Mardi Gras streets, shoulder-peeking, will I make it home safely
I'm paranoid, paranoid
I see a rich man, rich man
Finna hit a lick, damn
Catch him when he going to his car, he bet not blick, yeah
Now, I'm asking if I should, but if he was me, he prolly would
This shit could go all the way wrong, but I pray it all go good
Checkmate, it's a crazy game, I gotta stay on point
If he jump krazy wit me, smoke him, put him in my joint
I ain't ask for this life of robbing
But I feel anointed
I gotta flee the scene quick
I'm already feelin wanted
Creep up slow, stay outta sight, yk how that go
If he catch me stalking, press pause, let some time go
Can't leave no witness, can't do no sentence
Can't stand front no judge
If he try to scream and try to run, show him don't play wit a thug
Feds in the air, I can smell he spoofed and he sweating
The devil on my shoulder, telling me "here,"
He praying to the Heavens
It's late out tonight, I been watching him since bout 11
I can't waste no more time
It's time to start stepping (walk him down)
You never know
What could go wrong
I just hope my life
Can change
Damn, I finally hit a lick that's gonna save me
I ain't make the streets, the streets made me
Paper-chasing got me chasing pavements
Since a dep might chase me
I'm paranoid, paranoid
(Damn, Skinoo)
What could go wrong
What's set in stone
Can change
Damn, I finally found the beat that's gonna save me
Floating wit sum fees, they parade me
Mardi Gras streets, shoulder-peeking, will I make it home safely
I'm paranoid, paranoid
Boy I'm drunk, I gotta slap myself awake
Friends straight, they got Ubers on the way
Lucky me, I'm parked seven blocks away
Praying for my fate
I know I'll be straight too if I keep going straight
But dude behind me got my heart rate beating through my chest
Little does he know that I've squared up with the best
I'll put on a show if he puts me in jeop-
Are these my last breaths
Selfie checks every ten secs, (fuck!)
Cuz shoulda woulda coulda doesn't matter
Mardi Gras ball, let's have a malice at the palace
Either he gone turn around or test me
Finally we hit the street my car's on
Ima walk past, spin back, case I'm not wrong
Cuz you never know
What could go wrong
What's set in stone
Can change
Damn I finally found the beat that's gonna save me
Floating wit sum fees, they parade me
Mardi Gras streets, shoulder-peeking, will I make it home safely
I'm paranoid, paranoid
I see a rich man, rich man
Finna hit a lick, damn
Catch him when he going to his car, he bet not blick, yeah
Now, I'm asking if I should, but if he was me, he prolly would
This shit could go all the way wrong, but I pray it all go good
Checkmate, it's a crazy game, I gotta stay on point
If he jump krazy wit me, smoke him, put him in my joint
I ain't ask for this life of robbing
But I feel anointed
I gotta flee the scene quick
I'm already feelin wanted
Creep up slow, stay outta sight, yk how that go
If he catch me stalking, press pause, let some time go
Can't leave no witness, can't do no sentence
Can't stand front no judge
If he try to scream and try to run, show him don't play wit a thug
Feds in the air, I can smell he spoofed and he sweating
The devil on my shoulder, telling me "here,"
He praying to the Heavens
It's late out tonight, I been watching him since bout 11
I can't waste no more time
It's time to start stepping (walk him down)
You never know
What could go wrong
I just hope my life
Can change
Damn, I finally hit a lick that's gonna save me
I ain't make the streets, the streets made me
Paper-chasing got me chasing pavements
Since a dep might chase me
I'm paranoid, paranoid
(Damn, Skinoo)
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Writer(s): Quincy Curley
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