[Chorus]
Man this weed got me trippin;, got me paranoid
This drink i've been sippin', got me paranoid
All the crimes I commitin', got me paranoid
And this girl i've been diggin', got me paranoid
My lifestyle keeps on tickin', got me paranoid

[Verse 1: QuE]
QuE in the back
With a knife and to jack yo trap all black
Black can peep the sack in the back
Of my mac, fuck her once and never call back
{never call back}
I am the realest, yo bitch want a villain
Chillin with us cause she know we the illest
Talk about feelin, fall asleep staring at the ceiling
No penicillin
{no penicillin}
Super paranoid, can't sleep
Dump a cup of lean and it cures all things
And in my dreams I see nice cars
{Nice Cars}
Big boobs, packed cigars
And lit on rooftops, cheers to go far
{Go Far}
QuE in a rage
If it ain't about the wage
We ain't on the same page
Gonna get it now, so i can't wait
In it just for the dreams of me getting paid
And the wet ones of me getting laid
Came true, in the females
Wanna stay
But no way
Back to the hide-away
[Chorus]

[Verse 2: Trace Effects]
Yeah you know who it is
Trace-Fucking-Manns up in this bitch
If I make a track, then I gotta go in
It's time to throw in
No cash, then you gotta go thin
Fuck what you say
And fuck all your friends
Start from the bottom
The tops rolling in
We gotta go in
If I look blazed
Don't be surprised, i've been faded for days
Damn, I feel great
But these bitches got me paranoid
Think they schemin on the boy
Search for the cat, then i will destroy
Pullin up ass
I kill for the cash
Bringing in stacks, we spending it fast
If I said it
I meant it
The Squad keep on flexing
We turnin up like we in Texas
Fuck what you say
Squa all day
They love what we make
I'm taking the cake
Might demonstrate how we do it
Don't believe me than you stupid
Don't believe me than i'll prove it
{Biitch, Villain Squad, fuck you all}

[Chorus]

[Verse 3: QuE]
Got me paranoid, don't know what to think
So stressed so I gotta drink
Bottle in my hand and I let it sink
To the bottom
Chillin with the bros and I always got em
Keep it one-hundred full throttle
Foot on the pedal, i'm a goner
And you know we gonna gun it
Always gonna run it
And the bitches talking only high
Like they keep it stun
But they ain't stunting
On nothing
They could roll up on me
On the eighth street
Gotta keep it low-key
No one can know
Put the gun to your mind and let it blow
Crazy thoughts and they deep like snow
Let the bitches out and I take em fo' sho
All these poems, gotta let em go
Keep em to myself and they deep in my shadow
[Verse 4: Rylo]
Man I stay higher than the ceiling
It's the feeling
Just kneeling
Let it do it's healing
Stop concealing
These feelings
I let it come out on the mic that's where I do my killings
What's the purpose of existing?
Man what am I kidding?
Just keep on believing
You'll stay proceeding
People can be deceiving
And I understand it's hard to stay resisting
They can be persistent
Speaking, teasing, tryna keep you from winning
Always know the game can be won in the last inning
You don't gotta be good from the beginning
And if they talk on how you living
I'm on the rise
Whatever I can't see with my two eyes
My third eye sees
And that ain't a lie
This song is for your lows and your highs
Yeah this that wize, illed five guys
Spittin circles around you clock-wise
Leaving bodies in shock
Minds just, sit and listen
While I talk mine