Paranoid (feat. Kevin Gates)

Welcome to paranoia it's so nice to know you bang bang, bang bang Sorry to kill you but I do not know you and I had a feeling you went through the same This world is cold, everybody I know be trying to take my place up in this game You won awards and not bringing no battles the body would die by the loan, the brain I am insane, sold him the dope that he put in his vain When he come down I'll be right back again I do not lose a second of my sleep, do what I live seven days of the week Interesting isn't it, they was just giggling, I was the under-dog rapper just winging it Now I'm the one that they wish they could get it with Gave him a shot and he just couldn't get with it, fuck I'm gripping and pounding and slapping that ass First time I fuck her I pass every love her these bitches ain't got any class Take what you want from a ho, pussy, money, I spot and lay low them and them police would knock at your momma for dope Grab my money, my phone and my keys and I go, everything's so Living my life on the low, you just a low life I already know Ain't getting money you always at home (Promise?) they never got nothing to smoke I'm a mother fucking dog, why would she want to date me And I'm getting taught until the time that it's over, all of my ex's hate me They think I'm paranoid, they think I'm paranoid Maybe I'm paranoid, maybe I'm paranoid They think I'm paranoid, they think I'm paranoid Bitch I ain't paranoid, bitch I ain't paranoid I feel like everybody against me, the whole world on my shoulder Got me second guessing my team, my ex say she want closure Tryna make some of these trees, gotta be a soldier Bitch I ain't paranoid, bitch I ain't paranoid Too many people around me, often I feel as if it's only me Jumping up out of my sleep as if someone I know don't know what its gon be Money will make all the people you know be your enemy nigga So I started drugging alone, it ain't no more pretending with niggas Man it's me right here Carbon on me when the vet skrts and won't til we meet in Cortana Drop the money let me count the money You could grab the shit from off mailing Went to jail could've let Nook bump him but I gave the shit to Lil Erin True story, Breadwinner army, shout out to percentage but not rob at Orey Weeping like Nory, Weekend with Lory, lean got me snoring, life done got boring Your bitch unimportant, we cut up in Vegas apartment was vaking and built in new cases Rap about dope but you niggas ain't slanging, both my convictions and one order tanging Look at they faces when I'm in the matrix I'm stacking my paper it seem like you hatin' Hey I don't believe a fucking thing y'all telling me Tryin to get down before I catch another felony He said my money was on point and better be because if a day he gon send Phill to Phill instead of me One dude got fuck fuck, got a whole crew fucked up and that's fucked up Let him do a little time in the pen and when he get home then I bet he still getting fucked up Tough love on a day we show, he wasn't pissed at me, (sucking even to me?) Point 5 take a loss outside looking in but, shit I were looking for the phonies on the team my boy Feel the pain I only wanna scream my boy Any fast lane for the dream my boy 3 days in the same jeans my boy No lovers ever lost no lovers ever found round me It could be about money let it be about me Fuck me a chick like story show If the bitch get pregnant hit the abortion button Enemies and friends got em' looking over my shoulder Thought the killing was giving me a boner Stoner, looking to the eyes of the loner For sell by owners