Paranoid lyrics

[Intro]
Come on, man, y'all n*ggas know y'all n*ggas pus*y, n*gga (Uh)
Back on your lean, n*gga (Uh)

[Verse 1]
Paranoia gettin' the best of me (They do)
Why you think I got this TEC with me? (Huh?)
Collect these n*ggas be the death of me ('Kay)
I can't let these pus*y n*ggas next to me (For real)
Conway, my green scram, Elcamino like Clinton Steph with me (They shoot)
Tryna get this Cuban off the neck of me (Huh?)
They gon' spray your block and make a mess for me (Boom-boom)
GxF to the death of me ('Kay)
Who can f*ck with us collectively? (Nobody)
I'm the hardest out, definetly (Woo)
A race to the top, ain't no catchin' me (I'm gone, n*gga)
Bullets in the head and neck of me (Ah!)
I feel like God resurrected me (Oh)
I know Paul got a another check for me (Uh)
Look how the Lord keep on blessin' me (Woo!)
The underdog now the best emcee
That's why they all so upset with me (They mad)
They know they can't f*ck with my legacy (Uh-uh)
Driveway on duPont Registry (Vroom!)
That's foreign whip after foreign whip, make a foreign b*tch get a neck to me ('Kay)
Used to pay for seven, get a extra three
Next tour I'm bringin' the connect with me (Hahaha)
n*ggas claimin' that they pushed dope
When I see 'em, know they look broke (They hurtin')
They don't even know how to cook coke
Should of watched your OG and took notes (Ha!)
n*ggas don't want no smoke (Uh-uh)
Starvin' n*gga 'til my foot broke ('Kay)
Hidden hills, blowin' kush smoke (Woo)
That was really just a footnote (Ha)
These lil' n*ggas drinkin' all kind of lean, poppin' all kinda pills (Junkies)
Yeah, they mighta sold a few records but them n*ggas still lack rhymin' skills ('Kay)
No album, I'ma giant still (Uh)
I ain't even have to sign a deal (Huh?)
Y'all still tryna sign a deal
My mixtape got a vinyl deal (Hahaha)
Hold on, wait one, f*ck a second (Woah)
It's sold out in a couple seconds (Woah)
sh*t, that gotta be a be f*ckin' record
And Marshall wasn't on the f*ckin' record (Ha!)
And we ain't even talkin' shirt sells (Talk to 'em!)
Every city on tour, n*gga, look how the merch sell (Talk to 'em!)
My name ringin' like church bells ('Kay)
.40 tucked like Shirt Tales (I got 'em)
I ain't f*ckin' no b*tch who don't know how a five-thousand dollar purse feel (You a bum)
You don't know how hesitant bricks in the rental car from Hertz feel (On bro)
Poppin' sh*t then apologize but it's too late, you get murked still (pus*y)
Y'all be mumble rappin', I promise y'all
I was done with rappin' then one day, n*gga, somethin' happend
Saw a lightnin' strike, I heard thunder clappin', then the sky darken (Ah)
So I walked in the booth, that's where I saw somethin' flashin' (Ah, ah, ah, ah)
Daringer played me these hard ass beats, and next thing you know we had a f*ckin' classic (Woo!)
[Verse 2]
Paranoia gettin' the best of me ('Kay)
And Brooklyn got my n*gga TEC with me (What up?)
My n*gga Flee on the left of me (Brra)
He gon' leave a n*gga left for me (Boom-boom!)
Paranoia gettin' the best of me ('Kay)
Why you think I keep the scat with me? ('Kay)
My B-More n*ggas play the field (Bloaw-bloaw), with the whistle, stripes like a referee (Salute)
Take two make it stretch to three (Huh?)
My uncle showed me the receipe (Whip up)
Puerto Rican b*tch standin' next to me (Ah)
She'll cut a n*gga neck for me (Get up, baby)
Uh
Shout to East and shout out to Wayne-O (What up, n*gga)
Uh, I might gotta smack a few rappers, I'm feelin' like Maino (Hahaha)
Uh
They diss and they sneak, they ain't sayin' my name though (They pus*y)
Uh
They know I'ma shoot, I ain't gotta explain, no (Grrt!)
Machine

[Outro]
They know what's up, n*gga
Invasion (Yeah)
More steroids, that's more sickness (Woo)
More herion and more bricks and
More AKs with thirty shots or more crips and...