Paro(noia)

TS supreme I'm tryna step out with the bros Mum keeps askin' me questions Why she won't leave me alone? I'm respondin' with passive aggression She moves like I'm brandishin' weapons, but all now no weapon in sight She moves like I'm pedalin' white, but just tryna step with the guys hmm But the city's on flames, so I can't blame her, the ends still bakin' Look mum, you're makin' me late, we're speakin' we late, and my friends still waitin' So I put my hand on her shoulder, remind her I'm grown just to calm her down Never been one for the drama, she told me, "You're just like your father, wow" I know broski's steamin', grab the key, and I dust up quick It was like Wednesday evenin', two man deep in a blacked out whip I see feds in the rearview schemin', I stay clean, but my heart rate risin' What if they blast their sirens? Bro said, "Fuck what they ask, stay silent" But they drove right past us, must be the PTSD Wish I could rewind back to the times I was worried 'bout GCSE's The weed helps with me at ease, but when you're addicted it's bitter and sweet Got me kissin' my teeth, man, sit back in a Bimmer, and skeet immediately, yeah Life gets tough when you're paro' I ain't makin' it up It gets nuts, I ain't trustin' my shadow Better not play with your luck That's why I take time, watch everything twice Can't move bait when you're up 'cause man try watch with a devilish eye Can't get rid of this feelin' I got so many questions Heard that the mirrors revealin' So I dodge and avoid the reflection Yeah, I know I need healin', but really it's just a matter of time You can call this a guide on how to survive with a paranoid mind Bro skrr'd off in a mood We pulled up to the lights right next to a ride with a couple of youths They thinkin' their tough, and they're hard, they're watchin' the car We're watchin' 'em too I remember when mum said, "Son, don't lay with the man that's got nothin' to lose" I got nothin' to prove, plus I don't know what he's got in his boot But really I'm done with the pride thing, they're in love with the hypin' They move dumb like it's fun and excitin' 'Til somebodies life gets lost Try stay far from that violent stuff But I ain't stupid, if he ain't movin' right, then we write him off Gotta thank God that the light turn green Takin' a right down Francis Street I don't like how the night just started I hope his insurance and license clean 'Cause I ain't got time to be stopped I want me a Sprite, let's slide to the shop Stepped through, it's all eyes on me Ain't really surprised, but slightly I'm shocked, yeah I just stepped inside, I'm gettin' this vibe, that my man's shifty He must think I'm a fool And I'm riskin' my freedom for five pound fifty That's the life of a black man Gotta watch over your shoulder Feel like I'm stuck in a loop, the same old cycle over and over Over and over Life gets tough when you're paro' I ain't makin' it up It gets nuts, I ain't trustin' my shadow Better not play with your luck That's why I take time, watch everything twice Can't move bait when you're up 'cause man try watch with a devilish eye Can't get rid of this feelin' I got so many questions Heard that the mirrors revealin' So I dodge and avoid the reflection Yeah, I know I need healin', but really it's just a matter of time You can call this a guide on how to survive with a paranoid mind Then feel yourself converge, if you don't feel yourself for the day Is that a thing you gotta lose it