Paranoid - Burden, 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 vein

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

Homies 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 vent skirts 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 vacant and built in

new cases

Rap about dope but you niggas ain’t slanging, both my convictions and one old

detainer

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

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