Paranoid ft. Dooley Ridah & Crispy Gotti Lyrics

Oh, oh, oh, CYM playin' crazy

Nigga, how you have emotion, all these fuckin' opportunities, I grind 24-seven, day and night like it's true to me

My time cost money, sell my money on time, I'm on top of my game, I don't play about mine

Boy, you better get off your ass, you gon' starve or you gon' eat. It ain't no time to play no games when you out here in these streets

Paranoid about the law, but I'm still up on that road. Know this shit can give me life, but I'll still get it gone

Paranoid about the law, cause I dabble with the dog. I travel with the rock, like I'm still playin' ball

If it's us against them, then you know it's fuck y'all. They can give a nigga life, I'ma still stand tall

If you mention me in game, screen seven to the mole. We don't speak about the opps, cause we know them niggas hoes

We ain't seen him in a minute, cause we know that nigga broke. In the winter playin' Louis, spit about seven on the coat

I got options on these hoes, but he know it's his bitch. You can catch him at the store, niggas knowin' it's a lick

West Virginia or Kentucky, where I'm headed to a flip. Ain't no time for no games

Cause I'm tryin' to get rich, bitch. I'm not worried about shit, just the life that I chose

Should I be lyin' if I said I wasn't on? Came up quick, goin' in and out them stores

Bet you wanna know about it, but the sauce can't be sold. You little ass niggas came for this recipe

Put a one on that two, we gon' stretch it in three. Zones comin' by the dozen, if you comin' shot with me

I'm good in every hood, everybody know P. What the fuck you niggas thinkin? I ain't got time to be playin

I just dodged a case, I was facin' more than ten. I look like I get a pen, I'm tryin' to drop the latest Benz

So I can ball my bitch and we can stun all her friends. I ain't havin' no emotions, I swear to God I'm focused

I be trappin' all night, I used to grind out of focus. This shit can give me life if I ain't careful with this shit

But I'm a real street nigga, I ain't worried about shit, bitch

I remember walkin' out, runnin' up. It's gettin' hot in this bitch, but I'm just warmin' up

I been down for too long, time to turn it up. The way she blow my socks off got me squirmin' up

Lil' Wu pop the pink pussy, I'm sippin' on Pink Panther

Them loose lips on your shit make it sink faster. Paranoid or brave, either way it make you think faster

Turnarounds got me burned, I gotta sleep backwards. Don't talk to me, bitch, you not the boss of me

Now I'm runnin, runnin' on niggas who couldn't walk with me. Demons on my back, how the fuck I get them off of me

I ain't scared to break bread, that's the boss of me. You ain't got the bite, don't bark at me, please

Put a tax on it or it's gon' cost you to sneeze. Bought the bitch some pads, not the cap for the knees

Y'all the shoes, 808, I'll break a heart in these

Man, y'all heard I have emotions, I'm just fuckin' opportunities. I grind 24-seven, day and night like it's two of me

My time cost money, sell my money on time. I'm on top of my game, I don't play about mine

Boy, you better get off your ass, you gon' starve or you gon' eat. It ain't no time to play no games when you out here in these streets

Paranoid about the law, but I'm still up on that road. Know this shit can give me life, but I'll still get it gone