Jeezy - Paranoia lyrics

[Intro: RetcH] Yo, yo, yo, ha, yeah, yeah, yo Uh, ay, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah [?] sh**, man Gave my shawty a lil burner, sh** Put my b**h in all that Prada sh** Uh, uh, yo [Verse 1: RetcH] We was starving in the projects, wasn't making progress Started scamming, we was praying that the payment process I had some friends that died young, the hard pain to digest She made me wanna pour some drank, got some empty spot yet I hear a whole lot of talk, why ain't nobody pop yet? Pistol back a n***a up like that morning hot breath Hit some new sh** from Givenchy I ain't get to cop yet Outfit 5 bands, sneakers, they ain't even dropped yet I ain't never had a stylist, all my sh** from Paris And I'd be damned to let a b**h play me like I'm average I'm tryna use Google Maps without getting thrown in traffic I was supposed to take the exit, b**h made me pa** it I fell in love with money when I touched that raw 'caine sh**, I just got some cheesecake on my Balmain And I bust my own gun, I just run with the shooters The other day, they kicked me out for tryna f** in the Uber I used to serve out the taxi, tryna evade the cops And I be taking lean naps rocking Saint Laurent b**hes overstepping boundaries, shorty, play your part I be dipped in all designer while I browse for art Margiela, Lo, Prada, Louis, and Gabana I press the bu*ton, have my youngins come and wet your block up I don't just be anywhere, I gotta keep my stock up I'm in first cla** tripping, tryna pour this Wock up [Chorus: RetcH] Take a look into the mind Story of a young n***a That's just how we tryna get it n***as tryna block me out my shine But I ain't taking no shorts No, I ain't gon' let 'em know My paranoia got me peeking out the blinds I swear somebody be watching These n***as talking, so I gotta be cautious I gotta stay up on my grind I blow these n***as, gon' hate me So it's on me and I got it off safety, n***a [Verse 2: Dave East] I never take a day off, you can't compare me to Ferris Virgil got me in this Lou Vuitton sh**, I'm staying in Paris I had grams from my pa**port, ever cleared to go to France I still can't get into Canada, we rob you and your manager I'm in the ocean blue foreign, the coroner got your dental work You don't want no candles, and your entire hood getting shirts You going through it, your b**h upset you can't even get a purse They called me Hollywood when I started charging 'em 10 a verse I don't want it if I ain't the n***a that's gon' get it first We reading ya 'cause it's social media, you gon' get it worse I'm 'bout to charter flights, that's Italian, in first cla**, eat spaghetti My young n***as told me they like how I'm styling 'em My older n***as said get money, they don't like when I'm wilding Your sh** trash, we break down weed and rolling dice on your album Xannies kept me afloat, every other night made a thousand Shooter told me just by the store, ain't got no time for no browsing Look at they wardrobe, they gotta be gimmicks Been broke most of my life, you talking money, I just gotta be in it I flex on these n***as, I'm acting like a lottery winner I ain't Mexican, cheese and chips, was eating nachos for dinner [Chorus: RetcH] Take a look into the mind Story of a young n***a That's just how we tryna get it n***as tryna block me out my shine But I ain't taking no shorts No, I ain't gon' let 'em know My paranoia got me peeking out the blinds I swear somebody be watching These n***as talking, so I gotta be cautious I gotta stay up on my grind I blow these n***as, gon' hate me So it's on me and I got it off safety, n***a