Paranoid ft. Dooley Ridah & Crispy Gotti

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