Paranoid, Pt. 2 - 03 Greedo

Paranoid, hearin' voices

Seein' things, makin' choices

You need a nigga with some felonies

And baby if they ask you I’m just sellin' weed

Hearin' voices

Seein' things, makin' choices

You need a nigga with some felonies

And baby if they ask you I’m just sellin' weed

When I’m OT and I’m breaking down boulders

I gotta look over my shoulder

I put the juice in my soda

To stay calm when I’m touching that yola

Me and J feel like G-Boy and Yola

Can’t believe that our dog’s life is over

Mercy me, worry me

Put them snakes around my collar when they bury me

'Cause it kept it G, they still hated me

Who enemigos wanna be in that two plane and see

Just got a room but in the lobby was emergency

Bullets in me but they wasn’t tryna murder me

And that’s the part that worry me

'Cause I can’t let these niggas bury me

Paranoid, hearin' voices

Seein' things, makin' choices

You need a nigga with some felonies

And baby if they ask you I’m just sellin' weed

Hearin' voices

Seein' things, makin' choices

You need a nigga with some felonies

And baby if they ask you I’m just sellin' weed

I feel like every other second I have something at my window

I feel like a serpent ridin' with me in the Benzo

Mind playin' tricks on me, I feel like the Getto Boyz

Coca like I’m Scarface, throwin' D like Rich Boy

Come and get your bitch boy, I admit I get 'nnoyed

When she spend the night and I get in it like a hemmroid

I know it hurt, I hit that ass, I’m talkin' shit boy

Me and Scars 'em, Lil Money, Ray, and Big Boy

Who else would think

I’m asking God to wake me up from this nightmare and dream

I swear my life so bittersweet, it feel like both things

I got one foot in industry and one foot in the streets

I got some people bangin' grape but way in Tennessee

New York, Atlanta, Texas, Carolina

Call and see, private callers callin' me

I took a flight later that night and end up in the D

Was way in Phoenix when they tried to get a hold of me

Paranoid, hearin' voices

Seein' things, makin' choices

You need a nigga with some felonies

And baby if they ask you I’m just sellin' weed

Hearin' voices

Seein' things, makin' choices

You need a nigga with some felonies

And baby if they ask you I’m just sellin' weed

Sellin' weed, yeah yeah

Got keys, yeah yeah

Yeah yeah, and lean, and lean