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$tupid young & b.a.r.s – paranoid lyrics

[chorus: selfmade cooly]
streets got me paranoid, i can’t trust n0body
n+ggas smile at my face but i know that they be plottin’
all the homies catchin’ cases, i hope they keep it silent
i’ma keep getting this money, i ain’t got no other options
man the streets got me paranoid, i can’t trust n0body
n+ggas smile at my face but i know that they be plottin’
all the homies catchin’ cases, i hope they keep it silent
i’ma keep getting this money, i ain’t got no other options

[verse 1: selfmade cooly]
i’m paranoid up in these cold streets
i always got to keep my pistol on me
i’m steady watchin’ out for the police
i got dreams of getting rich with my homies
h+hit up eliantte copping rollies
waking up, i was trappin’ in the morning
i remember i was hustlin’ for them jordans
cause my moms, she couldn’t afford ’em
i never changed on them days when it was stormin’
i swear that money is all i ever wanted
i remember all them days when i was starvin’
i was really trappin’ out of these apartments
i swear the streets got me heartless
when i seen it hit my bro with all them charges
tryna indict my brother on the yard shift
we gettin’ money and it turned us into targets
right or wrong, you know i’m ridin’ out regardless
branded up a night, blow out all the starlets
i love my family, never put nothing above ’em
double cups of that fanta had me buggin’
up in the house, heat the crip with the oven
gotta watch out how i move ’cause i’m buzzin’
if she do me dirty, f+ck her cousin
them b+tches i don’t trust ’em

[verse 2: $tupid young]
aye, post traumatic stress gave me trust issues
i’ma slide if you my dawg and i f+ck with you
and if you bussin’ on them n+ggas, i’ma buss with you
you locked up in the gym then i’m stuck with you
bathing ape hoodie, it’s a cold season
they k!lled my uncle, he got shot for no reason
we gon’ slide ’til they no longer breathing
and we gon’ up the score, f+ck being even
i’ve been out here focused on this cash
lookin’ for the oppositions while i do the dash
sippin’ on this hennessy, hopin’ i don’t crash
fast life livin’ wondering how long we gon’ last
it get crazy in these streets, n+ggas shady in these streets
tryna play me in the streets, could put .380 in the streets
cause i don’t really trust none
sh+t get crazy where i come from

- tupid young b a r s lyrics

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