[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, f** her once and never call back {never call back} I am the realest, yo b**h 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 b**bs, 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-f**ing-Manns up in this b**h If I make a track, then I gotta go in It's time to throw in No cash, then you gotta go thin f** what you say And f** 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 b**hes got me paranoid Think they schemin on the boy Search for the cat, then i will destroy Pullin up a** I k** 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 f** 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, f** 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 b**hes 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 b**hes 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 k**ings 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