| Paranoid, hearin' voices
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| Seein' things, makin' choices
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| You need a nigga with some felonies
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| And baby if they ask you I’m just sellin' weed
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| Hearin' voices
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| Seein' things, makin' choices
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| You need a nigga with some felonies
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| And baby if they ask you I’m just sellin' weed
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| When I’m OT and I’m breaking down boulders
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| I gotta look over my shoulder
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| I put the juice in my soda
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| To stay calm when I’m touching that yola
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| Me and J feel like G-Boy and Yola
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| Can’t believe that our dog’s life is over
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| Mercy me, worry me
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| Put them snakes around my collar when they bury me
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| 'Cause it kept it G, they still hated me
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| Who enemigos wanna be in that two plane and see
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| Just got a room but in the lobby was emergency
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| Bullets in me but they wasn’t tryna murder me
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| And that’s the part that worry me
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| 'Cause I can’t let these niggas bury me
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| Paranoid, hearin' voices
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| Seein' things, makin' choices
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| You need a nigga with some felonies
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| And baby if they ask you I’m just sellin' weed
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| Hearin' voices
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| Seein' things, makin' choices
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| You need a nigga with some felonies
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| And baby if they ask you I’m just sellin' weed
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| I feel like every other second I have something at my window
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| I feel like a serpent ridin' with me in the Benzo
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| Mind playin' tricks on me, I feel like the Getto Boyz
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| Coca like I’m Scarface, throwin' D like Rich Boy
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| Come and get your bitch boy, I admit I get 'nnoyed
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| When she spend the night and I get in it like a hemmroid
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| I know it hurt, I hit that ass, I’m talkin' shit boy
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| Me and Scars 'em, Lil Money, Ray, and Big Boy
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| Who else would think
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| I’m asking God to wake me up from this nightmare and dream
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| I swear my life so bittersweet, it feel like both things
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| I got one foot in industry and one foot in the streets
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| I got some people bangin' grape but way in Tennessee
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| New York, Atlanta, Texas, Carolina
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| Call and see, private callers callin' me
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| I took a flight later that night and end up in the D
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| Was way in Phoenix when they tried to get a hold of me
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| Paranoid, hearin' voices
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| Seein' things, makin' choices
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| You need a nigga with some felonies
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| And baby if they ask you I’m just sellin' weed
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| Hearin' voices
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| Seein' things, makin' choices
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| You need a nigga with some felonies
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| And baby if they ask you I’m just sellin' weed
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| Sellin' weed, yeah yeah
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| Got keys, yeah yeah
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| Yeah yeah, and lean, and lean |