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Paranoia

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I've been riding around with my blunt on my lips

With the sun in my eyes and my gun on my hip

Paranoia on my mind got my mind on the fritz

But a lot of n***as dyin' so my 9 with the s**ts

I've been riding around with my blunt on my lips

With the sun in my eyes and my gun on my hip

Paranoia on my mind got my mind on the fritz

But a lot of n***as dyin' so my 9 with the s**ts

Move to the neighborhood

I bet they don't stay for good

Watch Somebody'll steal daddy's Rollie

Call it the neighborhood watch

Pray for a safer hood when my paper good

Watch captain save a hood

Hood savior baby boy

Still getting ID'd for Swishers mama still wash my clothes

Still with the save money militia

I'ma still watch my bros

Trapped in the middle of the map

With a little bitty rock

And a little bit of rap

That with a literary knack

And a little shitty mac

And like literally Jack

I've been riding around

With my blunt on my lips

With the sun in my eyes

And my gun on my hip

Paranoia on my mind

Got my mind on the fritz

But a lot of n***as dyin'

So my 9 with the s**ts

I've been riding around with my blunt on my lips

With the sun in my eyes and my gun on my hip

Paranoia on my mind

Got my mind on the fritz

But a lot of n***as dyin'

So my 9 with the s**ts

They murking kids they murder kids here

Why you think they don't talk about it

They deserted us here

Where the f**k is Matt Lauer at

Somebody get Katie Couric in here

Probably scared of all the refugees

Look like we had a f**kin' hurricane here

They'll be shooting whether it's dark or not

I mean the days is pretty dark a lot

Down here it's easier to find a gun

Than it is to find a f**king parking spot

No love for the opposition

Specifically a cop position

'Cause they've never been in our position

Getting violations from the nation correlating

You dry snitchin'

I've been riding around with my blunt on my lips

With the sun in my eyes and my gun on my hip

Paranoia on my mind

Got my mind on the fritz

But a lot of n***as dyin'

So my 9 with the s**ts

I've been riding around with my blunt on my lips

With the sun in my eyes and my gun on my hip

Paranoia on my mind

Got my mind on the fritz

But a lot of n***as dyin'

So my 9 with the s**ts

I know you scared

You should ask us if we scared too

I know you scared

Me too

I know you scared

You should ask us if we scared too

If you was there

Then we'd just knew you cared too

It just got warm out

This the s**t I've been warned 'bout

I hope that it storm in the mornin'

I hope that it's pourin' out

I hate crowded beaches

I hate the sound of fireworks

And I ponder what's worse

Between knowing it's over and dyin' first

'Cause everybody dies in the summer

Wanna say your goodbyes

Tell them while it's spring

I heard everybody's dying in the summer

So pray to God for a little more spring

I know you scared

You should ask us if we scared too

If you was there

Then we'd just knew you cared too