I don't know, man, you know?
Sometimes I be confused, nigga be paranoid
High as fuck
Do not pull up on the side of me, don't
Run up on me when I'm in public, nigga

Paranoid, clutchin' on that chopper
Pullin' out the office
Wham, bam, hangin' out that window
Locked in on his target
Shootouts out the Lam' truck
We gon' make it home rеgardless
I don't want my bitch around this shit
But she with me rеgardless
I ain't got no conscience, bitch with me
She topless
She just love the vibes, call me Big Papi
Wavy just like Babyface, jacket made by Prada
Prada shades dark, police ask
I ain't see nada, nigga
Please don't be a menace, boy
Do we have a problem? When that Draco hit
That bitch sound like a rocket launcher
I got all these watches
But I still can't find an hour
To have a conversation if it
Ain't about no dollars, nigga

I do this for the family
I ain't got all the answers
But I'ma make it happen
Trapped in small towns
Never thought we'd make it rappin'
Paid twenty-two for 'em
You can give me twenty-seven
This my life for real
What you paid for your chain? That
Ain't my son diaper bill
I'm rich in real life
Soon as I get off the site
She gon' fuck me and put me to
Sleep when she get off of work
I'ma pay her rent up for two months
And ain't gon' call no more
I swear you can call me anything
But you can't call me broke
I don't fuck with niggas
Please don't call me twin or call me bro
I got Dracos on the Sprinter when
I pull off from the show
And we gon' blow it out this bitch to
Make it home 'cause I don't know, yeah

I don't know what to do
It could be me, it could be you
Could be a lie, it could be true
We ain't gon' chance it, we just gon' shoot
Yeah say I don't know what to do
It could be me, it could be you, yeah
Could be a lie, it could be true, yeah
But we too paranoid, we
Just gon' shoot, nigga, yeah

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