[Produced by 9th Wonder]

[Intro]
Yeah
Originoo headz
Originoo crookz
Real headz on the rise
One time

[Verse 1]
Trouble in paradise, y’all parasites
See me and my team, y’all rather bite
Instead of tellin’ me y’all feelin’ me
I don't got a problem, I got a poster ya see
Everybody know my grill, so I gotta cook
When 9th serve up the beats, I gotta fry the hooks
B got a lotta crooks, all kinda forms
Some professional doin’ all kind of wrongs
Some just ride along for the free trip
Wind up cold and high like a ski trip
I don’t really need shit, just my mind right
Lookin’ through my rear-view tryna rewind time like
Damn, I shoulda done this that way
But now it’s the batcave as long as the fat stay
In front of me like a pair of glasses
I see y’all but I don’t hear you askin’ at night
At night
[Verse 2]
It’s trouble in the hood too, you gotta good too
Days without duckin’ the strays if you movin’ through
I know how the hood do, especially in hoodies
Dream of takin’ this cream far from me
If your mind stay bummy your change in homeless
No dime, no quarter or nickel you own shit so
Why you wanna plot and plan
When the real pot and pans is not in your hand, damn
I could show you how to bake an enterprise
360 degrees, my heat better rise
Letterwise, otherwise I could write ya a “Dear You”
I rather be on your side so I could be near you
I hear you if you can hear me talkin’
Through your ear, body frame, everywhere I’m walkin’
At night
At night

[Outro]
Everywhere we walking, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh
Can you hear me talking? Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh
I'm in your soul
Buckshot outta control
9th coming beat for soul