"Paranoid" lyrics
Let me tell you something. There is no nobility in poverty. I've been a rich man, and I've been poor man. And I choose rich every fucking time. Cause, At least as a rich man, when I have to face my problems, I show up in the back of a limo wearing a 2000 dollar suit... and 40, 000 dollar gold fuckin' watch!
I get paranoid when plod go past
Don't stop for the plod when the whip got ragged
Me and KD had a stick in the back
I'm like the Stig with a wig and a mask
Digital dash, P got shot gotta shit in a bag
I don't care what you did in the past
Just last week somebody got slashed
Back then when we was in class
You got A's and B's, while I made K's in trap
And I got it of Asian beak
Had the punters blazing crack
And jock wants 5 of each
Every time that he comes he makes me laugh
Every time he smoke he asks for ash
I got nicked in Fleetwood's gaff
3000 sweets a couple of clips a couple of waps
Got put in a cell, couldn't relax
Roll up a zoobie and cover the flap
A rat got one in the back
He's lucky he lived he could've got wacked
We all know you done this and that
We had shotgun shells with wax
Ears ringing when I heard it blast
Bridges been burning fast
I'm fully involved no turning back
Can't say too much do you think I'm daft
I've done too much to call it cap
Don't call me out I'll call him back
Like you called a cab
I let off a shot while walking back
Done years in jail in haunted pads
T got a smack for talking smack
Fuck these rappers like Jordans track
You call them opps we call them rats
Talk to plod get called a grass
I'm talking facts
I saved all the money that I got off the smackheads
They got sucks off bagheads
Po said he got beef with the wallads
[?] on him he keeps his [?]
Wonna know about guns that man had, you must be mad lad, give me a reason
Call me Rick Ross I'm scheming
Not from O block but I'm a demon
Sat in a cell pissed off I'm freezing
Heats been off got no heating
Cells are damp, walls are peeling
That shit there wasn't appealing
Bro got life not gonna appeal it
Because they wouldn't believe him
And I fucking feel him
Give him a zoot said how are you feeling
I'm not Drake won't get in me feelings
Robbing and thieving, shotting and dealing
And I was robbing the dealers
Food for the cats like Felix
I'm high risk but I got 2 beds
They think that I'm fucked they said I need meds
The opps went wham off steds and still got
Hashtag lacking bro, he should've trained his legs
I get paranoid when plod go past
Don't stop for the plod when the whip got ragged
Me and KD had a stick in the back
I'm like the Stig with a wig and a mask
Digital dash, P got shot gotta shit in a bag
I don't care what you did in the past
Just last week somebody got slashed
Back then when we was in class
You got A's and B's, while I made K's in trap
And I got it of Asian beak
Had the punters blazing crack
And jock wants 5 of each
Every time that he comes he makes me laugh
Every time he smoke he asks for ash
I got nicked in Fleetwood's gaff
3000 sweets a couple of clips a couple of waps
Got put in a cell, couldn't relax
Roll up a zoobie and cover the flap
A rat got one in the back
He's lucky he lived he could've got wacked
We all know you done this and that
We had shotgun shells with wax
Ears ringing when I heard it blast
Bridges been burning fast
I'm fully involved no turning back
Can't say too much do you think I'm daft
I've done too much to call it cap
Don't call me out I'll call him back
Like you called a cab
I let off a shot while walking back
Done years in jail in haunted pads
T got a smack for talking smack
Fuck these rappers like Jordans track
You call them opps we call them rats
Talk to plod get called a grass
I'm talking facts
I saved all the money that I got off the smackheads
They got sucks off bagheads
Po said he got beef with the wallads
[?] on him he keeps his [?]
Wonna know about guns that man had, you must be mad lad, give me a reason
Call me Rick Ross I'm scheming
Not from O block but I'm a demon
Sat in a cell pissed off I'm freezing
Heats been off got no heating
Cells are damp, walls are peeling
That shit there wasn't appealing
Bro got life not gonna appeal it
Because they wouldn't believe him
And I fucking feel him
Give him a zoot said how are you feeling
I'm not Drake won't get in me feelings
Robbing and thieving, shotting and dealing
And I was robbing the dealers
Food for the cats like Felix
I'm high risk but I got 2 beds
They think that I'm fucked they said I need meds
The opps went wham off steds and still got
Hashtag lacking bro, he should've trained his legs
