MISS STORM, Benny the Butcher - Paranoia lyrics
Benny the Butcher [Jeremie Damon Pennick] Buffalo, New York, U.S. 🇺🇸
[MISS STORM, Benny the Butcher - Paranoia lyrics]
Sometimes I don't know who to trust
(I don't know who to trust)
A yo Storm, what up? What up B?
Let's go! yeah!
Paranoia, everywhere I go\
I keep looking over my shoulder
'Cause something's getting close
It's Paranoia\
(If you gotta second guess it
Don't trust it, Griselda)
The streets made me paranoid I
Don't know who watching us
Rats keep popping these traps made
Me popular them out
Of town trips spending racks made me obvious
Them young Shooters standing round with
Gats made me confident
Y'all 12 pack sippers we're Hellcat whippers
Who left home young and brought
Bails back with us
You different caught a case and
Brought 12 back witcha
If you don't feel like he's
Solid better tell that Nigga
I was set up by niggas I led niggas I fed
That's why these paranoid thoughts
Fill up my head
Before she answer she consider my bread
She eat the dick that's why I Make Her Say
Her grace before she get in my bed
When it's on you got to
Choose sides that's a fact
My bitch run around in Vera
Wang slides in the Trap
It's crazy when your friends stick
Knives in your back
Rule number 1 cut ties with a rat
Paranoia, everywhere I go
I keep looking over my shoulder
(I'm always looking ha ha ha)
'Cause something's getting close
It's paranoia!
I question everyone I know\ (errybody)
Tell me who can I trust in a world so cold?\
(so cold, so cold) paranoia!
Who can you trust in a world so cold
For a couple hundred likes these
Pigeons sell they soul
I used to run a couple blocks
That I won't stroll no more
I used to roll up with these thot's
Naw I don't smoke no more
I need my space from these
Lames I'm too official
Never dolo when I'm switching in
Lanes me and my pistol
B the closest ones to you a
Leave you needing the tissue
You tell em your issues it's
Leverage they use against you
I pick and choose my rounds I'm top shelf
Fell down and bossed up Nobody
Gave me no help
Never a handout played the cards
That I was dealt
From the bottom just me and Mama
I question my mental health
80s baby I'm crazy I'll tell
You now it feels strange
Or it look Shady I'm ready to lay you down
Life is too short to be
Playing round with you clowns
Can't avoid it a little noided
Been chiefing up Underground!
Paranoia, everywhere I go\
I keep looking over my shoulder
'Cause something's getting close
It's paranoia! I question everyone I know\
Tell me who can I trust in a world so cold?
Paranoia!
(I don't know who to trust)
A yo Storm, what up? What up B?
Let's go! yeah!
Paranoia, everywhere I go\
I keep looking over my shoulder
'Cause something's getting close
It's Paranoia\
(If you gotta second guess it
Don't trust it, Griselda)
The streets made me paranoid I
Don't know who watching us
Rats keep popping these traps made
Me popular them out
Of town trips spending racks made me obvious
Them young Shooters standing round with
Gats made me confident
Y'all 12 pack sippers we're Hellcat whippers
Who left home young and brought
Bails back with us
You different caught a case and
Brought 12 back witcha
If you don't feel like he's
Solid better tell that Nigga
I was set up by niggas I led niggas I fed
That's why these paranoid thoughts
Fill up my head
Before she answer she consider my bread
She eat the dick that's why I Make Her Say
Her grace before she get in my bed
When it's on you got to
Choose sides that's a fact
My bitch run around in Vera
Wang slides in the Trap
It's crazy when your friends stick
Knives in your back
Rule number 1 cut ties with a rat
Paranoia, everywhere I go
I keep looking over my shoulder
(I'm always looking ha ha ha)
'Cause something's getting close
It's paranoia!
I question everyone I know\ (errybody)
Tell me who can I trust in a world so cold?\
(so cold, so cold) paranoia!
Who can you trust in a world so cold
For a couple hundred likes these
Pigeons sell they soul
I used to run a couple blocks
That I won't stroll no more
I used to roll up with these thot's
Naw I don't smoke no more
I need my space from these
Lames I'm too official
Never dolo when I'm switching in
Lanes me and my pistol
B the closest ones to you a
Leave you needing the tissue
You tell em your issues it's
Leverage they use against you
I pick and choose my rounds I'm top shelf
Fell down and bossed up Nobody
Gave me no help
Never a handout played the cards
That I was dealt
From the bottom just me and Mama
I question my mental health
80s baby I'm crazy I'll tell
You now it feels strange
Or it look Shady I'm ready to lay you down
Life is too short to be
Playing round with you clowns
Can't avoid it a little noided
Been chiefing up Underground!
Paranoia, everywhere I go\
I keep looking over my shoulder
'Cause something's getting close
It's paranoia! I question everyone I know\
Tell me who can I trust in a world so cold?
Paranoia!