Paranoid
Doin all this little shit got me paranoid
Pray i'm not trippin feeling like i'm hearing voices
Get the work in shit but then you waiting for it
Now this life i'm living dreamed of me and riding Porsches
Doin all this lil shit got me paranoid
Pray i'm not trippin feeling like I'm hearing voices
Get the work in shit but then you waiting for it
Now this life i'm living dreamed of me and riding Porsches
I'm paid now, so my life it had to switch
It's crazy cause I told my mama one day we'd be rich
I remember when my nigga went and tripped over a bitch
Like how my nigga shot he aint move but still missed
Ay my youngin still trappin got the block hot
They got what you need guns, weed, pills, and them rocks
Yo bro kick door, no mask, still breaking locks
Yo Bro try to creep so yo bro he done got shot
Spent 20 in the mall get it right back
Do a burnout in a hemi almost caught a flat
All that sneak dissing nigga we aint into that
You ain't even in yo hood you could look it up on Google maps
I was steady broke running, chasing chicken, getting cash
Mama praying for my sake because she know I'm living fast
My mind staying focused, bullshit I'm looking past
Bank account got a mil, bout 200 in the stash
(Yuh)
Mama livin different now we got a cash flow
Bankroll too big i gotta stack those
2 bitches on me easy yeah i bag those
And with this other chicken it be comin fast ho
Paranoid, Paranoid
I'm praying that this music shit don't put me in a void
That's why i keep my click tight
And these bitches i ignore em
And these bitches keep on tryna fuck it's really dam annoying
I'll do whatever it takes to get the bills and get the foreign
These diamonds on my neck, arm, wrist they all glowing
And my last bitch trippin wants the money not the boy
YBN on top
Iced pendant rollie watch
All this money comin thru It's nonstop
Pour up Henny for the squad
Drinking up until we flop
Nahmir ain't playing with that 30
Cause that 30 make you drop
32 for the dot
Like i got one mic and my name is fuckin' Nas
Made it out in 2 months
The whole gang know I'm tough
Never trust another ho cause them hoes act up
Doin' all this little shit got me paranoid
Pray I'm not trippin feeling like i'm hearing voices
Get the work in shit but then you waiting for it
Now this life i'm living dreamed of me and riding Porsches
Doin' all this little shit got me paranoid
Pray I'm not trippin feeling like i'm hearing voices
Get the work in shit but then you waiting for it
Now this life i'm living dreamed of me and riding Porsches
(riding Porsche's)
Riding in the Rari in the Lamb too many horses
And this weed so loud that i might need a torch
Don't fuck wit YBN, yuh we pull up to yo porch yuh
Yuh we pull up to yo porch
Doin' all this little shit got me paranoid
Pray I'm not trippin feeling like i'm hearing voices
Get the work in shit but then you waiting for it
Now this life i'm living dreamed of me and riding Porsches
Doin' all this little shit got me paranoid
Pray I'm not trippin feeling like i'm hearing voices
Get the work in shit but then you waiting for it
Now this life i'm living dreamed of me and riding Porsches
Pray i'm not trippin feeling like i'm hearing voices
Get the work in shit but then you waiting for it
Now this life i'm living dreamed of me and riding Porsches
Doin all this lil shit got me paranoid
Pray i'm not trippin feeling like I'm hearing voices
Get the work in shit but then you waiting for it
Now this life i'm living dreamed of me and riding Porsches
I'm paid now, so my life it had to switch
It's crazy cause I told my mama one day we'd be rich
I remember when my nigga went and tripped over a bitch
Like how my nigga shot he aint move but still missed
Ay my youngin still trappin got the block hot
They got what you need guns, weed, pills, and them rocks
Yo bro kick door, no mask, still breaking locks
Yo Bro try to creep so yo bro he done got shot
Spent 20 in the mall get it right back
Do a burnout in a hemi almost caught a flat
All that sneak dissing nigga we aint into that
You ain't even in yo hood you could look it up on Google maps
I was steady broke running, chasing chicken, getting cash
Mama praying for my sake because she know I'm living fast
My mind staying focused, bullshit I'm looking past
Bank account got a mil, bout 200 in the stash
(Yuh)
Mama livin different now we got a cash flow
Bankroll too big i gotta stack those
2 bitches on me easy yeah i bag those
And with this other chicken it be comin fast ho
Paranoid, Paranoid
I'm praying that this music shit don't put me in a void
That's why i keep my click tight
And these bitches i ignore em
And these bitches keep on tryna fuck it's really dam annoying
I'll do whatever it takes to get the bills and get the foreign
These diamonds on my neck, arm, wrist they all glowing
And my last bitch trippin wants the money not the boy
YBN on top
Iced pendant rollie watch
All this money comin thru It's nonstop
Pour up Henny for the squad
Drinking up until we flop
Nahmir ain't playing with that 30
Cause that 30 make you drop
32 for the dot
Like i got one mic and my name is fuckin' Nas
Made it out in 2 months
The whole gang know I'm tough
Never trust another ho cause them hoes act up
Doin' all this little shit got me paranoid
Pray I'm not trippin feeling like i'm hearing voices
Get the work in shit but then you waiting for it
Now this life i'm living dreamed of me and riding Porsches
Doin' all this little shit got me paranoid
Pray I'm not trippin feeling like i'm hearing voices
Get the work in shit but then you waiting for it
Now this life i'm living dreamed of me and riding Porsches
(riding Porsche's)
Riding in the Rari in the Lamb too many horses
And this weed so loud that i might need a torch
Don't fuck wit YBN, yuh we pull up to yo porch yuh
Yuh we pull up to yo porch
Doin' all this little shit got me paranoid
Pray I'm not trippin feeling like i'm hearing voices
Get the work in shit but then you waiting for it
Now this life i'm living dreamed of me and riding Porsches
Doin' all this little shit got me paranoid
Pray I'm not trippin feeling like i'm hearing voices
Get the work in shit but then you waiting for it
Now this life i'm living dreamed of me and riding Porsches
Credits
Writer(s): Arman Palikyan, Nicholas Simmons
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