Paranoia

(Damn Ricco, you killin’ ‘em) Think I’m paranoid, paranoia Got me scared, think I hear a noise I won’t fear the voice Look, look Think I’m paranoid, paranoia hit me hard Think I hear a noise Demons talkin’ in my head but I won’t fear the voice Breesh don’t ever plan on movin’ scary, you gon’ hear his voice You ain’t got a choice I’m retaining all my earnings Sour, burning that on purpose Sippin’ Migos got me lurkin’, purging, gang gon’ get the splurgin’ Cash out, Louis, drippin’ I might flex on him on purpose, I be too specific Remember I told you I was hurtin’ Smokin’ sweet sour, Lemonade, ‘Lil Minute Maid Tryna find some money in these streets, I’m still gettin’ paid Niggas really clowns to me Don’t you stress that ‘lil pay Get a bigger bag, you still got shit to fuckin’ pay Still juggin’ Stressin’ for a bag Gotta get it fast F*ck it, pass a Nine, I’m ‘boutta rob him F*ck it, leave him dead Nah I’m still 20, I ain’t tryna catch no First Degree Believe me, if I have to, boy I still won’t catch that First Degree Until I gotchu under pressure, you gon’ see a demon Still free Kodak She want a demon semen She been dreamin’, shawty really feenin’ Odee keep it secret I don’t know if shawty got man, but she Act Bad I don’t know if shawty got a bag, but she want fast cash Can’t be that bad We gettin’ money on these sides, chasin’ that bag I just peeped more haters in my life, they need to back back Think I’m paranoid, paranoia hit me hard Think I hear a noise Demons talkin’ in my head but I won’t fear the voice Breesh don’t ever plan on movin’ scary, you gon’ hear his voice You ain’t got a choice (You ain’t got a choice)