"PARANOID" lyrics

Nigga, mm
Tell me how the fuck these niggas sound askin' me for a hit of my blunt
Nigga, roll up

I gotta go 'cause the racks is talkin'
I can't go broke, the fact is y'all is
Don't look down, but I be always fallin'
I was born to run, I ain't dead crawlin'
I grind everyday, bitch, I'm still ballin'
Fuck you gotta say, bitch, why you callin'
Sticks and AMG, I'm freeway stallin'
I can see you live your life in some sort of facade
Y'all shit ain't that hard
How the fuck you got this far?
If I did not rap, I'm stealin' cars
If I did not rap, I'm sellin' bars
Got bricks of Xanax for the dogs
Parked the Audi in garage
Y'all just talk online, but y'all be frauds
Nigga, this beat out your budget
Can't afford to even touch it
This shit is not on YouTube, nigga, suck it
I remember when the mic was cuttin'
Ain't had to quality for nothin'
Nigga, I'm on my shit, you can't [?]
Police get to [?] I'm like fuck it
Your bitch a hustle like I'm Nipsey
I'm sippin' Wockhardt, quite tipsy
Your bitch give top for Givenchy
I took the top off my Bentley
Ah, I'm like say hi to my 'Rari
My chop's not nice, boy, I'm sorry
Percocet, shit got me paranoid
I'm hearin' voices, hearin' noise
Y'all want smoke with me, you got no choice
Choppa turn some men into some boys

Ooh, ooh, ooh, ah
No time to die, nigga
Smokin' gelato, my bitch is a model
Hahaha