Lyrics:
Paranoia, paranoia
I been dealin' with the most s**t
Hearing noises, hearing noises
In and out of my emotions
Took a trip just to realize you can
or it didn't happen
I ain't tripping off attention boy I been had it
Get a little Chris Breez
But don't do back flips
I've been handling biz in a new
know I go by clo , and I'm always getting paid
Man, I'm counting up dividends, man, my shit filled up the bank
Shorty ass real cranky, man, her ass need
my livin' style, floatin' from telly to telly
Conspiracy murder plots phone conversations overheard by federal
I'm guessin' fool musta passed away,
boy I walk with Yahweh
Have it ya'll way
I'm still winning when ya'll hate
Remember when I hit the three with my left hand
Remember how I use to style
been boy, boy?
You ain't been keepin' up
Church Clothes 1 and 2, then Anomaly
You probably need to turn your speakers up
And now I'm on my third tape
is crampin' my livin' style, floatin' from telly to telly
Conspiracy murder plots phone conversations overheard by fedarale
I'm guessin' fool musta
a whiskey and ginger ale
After that boy miss me wit what you could buy
And that V that you by
Pst, huh
Boy bye
Mommy birthed me on four twenty
Confidence high
Don't go talking bout it boy betta handle yo biz
Gone wipe me down while they whistle like this
They Can tell I'm official by the way that I live
walk the carpet with the boy you need to keep back
Weren't there when we started, where the team at?
Always by my side that's where my G's at
Lately I
I been on my shit, like I gotta get rich
So I'm all in my bag, like I gotta get chips
Like I haven't been runnin' it up, handling biz
Like I
YO WHERE'S MY HOODIE? I want to be hard and cause some ruckus
Talk with the be -boy slang and blast some suckers
Walk like an Egyptian, rough
and jumpin' for joy
Whether you man, woman girl or a boy
You will agree, it ain't no other like the B-I-Z
I'm up with the Jones, like my name's Roy
But, yo,
YO WHERE'S MY HOODIE? I want to be hard and cause some ruckus
Talk with the be -boy slang and blast some suckers
Walk like an Egyptian, rough
gon' tap nigga and grind like that boy yeah
We gon' act a ass (aye-yeahhhh)
(Yo) I'm having my yay-per, I'm feeling my scrill
I'm seeing my money
want to
Fuck off today
High school dropout
Your boy never grad
Traded that shit
For my son instead
Run that year back
And I'll do it again
I keep it
She sheds tears for that dope boy
Shit, it is what it is for that dope, boy
Handle minor biz for that dope, boy
But then tell you by the Greyhound
You can't pull a bitch
I'm dropping assists
You smoking the work
That's bad for the biz
That's none of my business
That's none of my business
That's
Ahh! I kicks it off, n**** what rhyme wit no f***in problem,
down wit them drama boys, an also Eightball,
understand I gotta plan, to get me some
Nic or I go by NuSince
Life
Is
A series of events where you leave your footprints
Rap
Wiz
I give the mic the biz
Like stardust trapped in a blackhole
Even if I were light itself
Travelling by myself
Tryna find my inner self
Pushing dust off a bookshelf
(Just Playn')
Ahh! I kicks it off, n**** what rhyme wit no f***in problem,
down wit them drama boys, an also Eightball,
understand I gotta plan, to get me some
biz and don’t
Be cryin' and sufferin'
Definition of the living dead
Got a dead bitch givin' head
Tulip flowers growin' on my bed
Rust and blood settle
Janet, she out there in Atlanta
My boy out in the Chi-Town, hook up on apparel
Plus he'll cook you up some shit, he works the kitchen down at Harold's
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