Part 1
Verse 1
Paranoid on my mind
Mind on the fritz
Lot of n*ggas dying
sh*t not making sense
House full of killers
What you think make the kid
Skinny n*gga but I do it big
Like my di*k
b*tch ain't in my blood
I wish a n*gga would
Run the city in these 9 sized vans
I’m a good kid mad city
But I never whip my mom van
Copped the iphone now I’m feeling like the man
Now you know why ya b*tch ain't texting back
And you mad
Maybe I'm a lil ahead but still lets get back to the subject
Part 2
Hook
Old girl left me to chase all this money
Back to the basics
n*ggas switchin up every day sh*t phoney
Back to the basics
n*ggas think that they going make to the top
They need to get back the basics
Making songs every day they need to get drop
I’m back in the basement
Verse 2
Scheming on the low so they feel better
Gave these n*ggas a year and they still fed up
Damn why y'all hating on a real n*gga
I’m from the land where they kill n*ggas
Yeah
Libra won’t die
Dopest rapper alive
Killing every beat that i touch
I don't know why
These girls on twitter they can get the business
Running through city see my young n*ggas
Coming out the trenches
Threat to the throne
Jay watch the kid
Confidence level on what kanye is
Young king b*tch
Get it off my mixtape
Wait libra dropped a mixtape
She got so excited