Paranoia

Tripping when my phone ring
Shawty you know JoeVille please do not act like you know me
20 years from now they gone consider me a OG
Put that on my mama put the set on all my homies
Baby you a blessing but that coochie don't control me
Gotta represent I'm scared my city might Disown me
Buddy I don't want no bread crumbs I want the whole thing
I ain't ask for many vices I don't need but All this paranoia got me tripping tripping tripping when my phone ring
I ain't ask for many vices I just asked for loyalty
Used to wait on chances now I take em that's the old me
Used to think I needed you and all but that's the old me
This why y'all don't get no bitches y'all can't keep it low-key
Almost died 3 years ago like what else can you show me
Bj hit my phone like wassup brotha where the hoes Be
Ain't that JoeVille, Got kicked out about a nose ring
All this got me tripping tripping tripping when my phone ring
This that Shit you ride around just bumping with the homies
Man I need my sins covered up I'm not that holy
She said that she pray for me I treat her like a trophy
We can't run from Shit unless we running from the police
You gone wake up soon so If you sleep I hope you cozy
Clrd candles lit yuh we got fire for the whole thing
Heard them boys supposed to jump me I don't know but all this paranoia got me tripping tripping tripping when my phone ring

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Got me tripping when my phone ring
I just want the whole thing
I don't need this life I go and resurrect
I'm coming for yo neck, I hear these thotties really don't like sex, If you ain't bout your check
So get your stack up
Get your bread up
Keep your head up
Keep your head up
Got a homegirl she got robbed
I got homeboy he got booked
I don't know why I be so blessed
I don't know why I be so shook
I don't know why The devil hold my hand and tell me not to look
Don't know why the devil hold my hand and tell me not to look
I don't know why I'm afraid of death
I don't know why my bitch ain't left
I don't know why my heart is in my bank account and nothing else
People counting on the boy
Don't wanna dissapoint myself
You'll never know how hard I worked
I keep my stress upon the shelf
Got a homegirl she got robbed
I got homeboy he got booked
I don't know why I be so blessed
I don't know why I be so shook
I don't know why I'm afraid of death
I don't know why my bitch ain't left
I don't know why my heart is in my bank account and nothing else