Tsu Surf, Leaf Ward - Percs and Paranoia lyrics

Bet, hurry up, hurry up uh, Leaf, uh, uh
He ain't got no work
Like I'm still there when I leave leaf, uh
Hurry up, Tay uh, uh, uh

He ain't got no work under his belt
He can't go we don't do emotion
They know that's somethin' we can't show
He ain't puttin' on his new opp
Pack and he can't blow
That block was a lil' too
Long and he ran slow
We gon' get back for my niggas
We vowed and we really did it
They comparin' me to Boosie
He rap and he really with it
Niggas never did nothin' to one
Of mine in a minute
Got the drop, we wеnt up top on that nigga
He shitted we gon' only tеll the truth and
Then you could Google the proof
We gon' let that nigga hang himself
Just give him the noose
Niggas know I'm from the deuce
It's gon' take a while to get used
Five-seven sound like a flute
Duck by that truck and go through it
I'm so deep inside the trenches like
I'm still there when I leave
Blood be drippin' when I cry
Inhale gun smoke when I breath
I could tell you what we did
But you probably ain't gon' believe
Body snatchin' like we thieves
That's the proper way to grieve
Hit my knees and beg the Lord forgive me
But here come your child
They can try whatever but only
Gon' do what you allow
Niggas foul, they took my brother
He his mother only child
That's why I ain't smile in
Awhile, I try to forgive, i don't know how
Rattin' out, throw in the
Towel, this real life, this ain't no style
Walked her son to his ditch before
He could walk down the aisle
Tears drippin' down my mom's face
Somebody gotta pay for that
He came to her crib and hit her son
He in the way for that
We take that shit the furthest when it's war
We don't play with that
Stashed away my ratchet in the masjid
I prayed with that
Told me bring that pain back
But I was tryna change that
Spin, he got hit, but not benched
So he came back close enough to touch
To guarantee hit what I aim at
That nigga had his pole
We still sent his soul where the rain at

We don't really know who did it
We gon' go off what we heard

Percocets and paranoia
Got' keep one up in the head
How I'm supposed to sleep when I
Know killers want me dead?
Hope nobody get us caught up for it
He turnt fed
He ain't had to cop, he could've beat it
But he plead
He can't pour his pain out, so fuck it
He pour lean up tryna feed my niggas but the
Feds broke my team up
Shooter for his school and the gang
Fucked his dreams up
Tryna slide on Ramadan, fucked his Deen up

Insha'Allah they never catch us
I'm still ridin' with these Crips
I've been prayin' for forgiveness
Only sliders in this whip
My lil' brother, he go sick
Just some choppers and new drip
Made a movie, got away
Then he got caught up with that stick
I call the killers, then
They poppin' out, slid, we shot it out
It hold thirty, tape the ass
If it get used we swap it out
Block of zombies, hood thriller
He can't trap, he just a driller
Ain't go see the homie mama yet
We still ain't killed his killer
Fuck the talk about? Slaughterhouse
Six closest homies gotta lift him
Up and walk him out
He ain't really bangin', he
Just from around there, stall him out
Turnt him into Casper
Sometimes Daddy pick up, sometimes
I feel like a bastard
Sent some niggas to the pastor
Washed the body, wrapped it
I threw up in his Janazah
He survive and die
It's still a body that we captured
Devil in my ear, I hear his laughter
Catch 'em lackin'
We gon' climb up with that ladder
All them gangster captions, when
We catch him, where his pipe at?
I say if he can't do it sober
He ain't like that used his last stamp
That dirty bitch ain't even write back
Take my chain, I want his life
Don't want no fuckin' ice back
I pack a pound of blow caught it on tape
I ain't claimin' it is ours though
Know it's eighty thousand, I don't
Trust 'em, still count it, though
Gotta sit it in the water, not
Too long, don't drown it, though
Lost my mind when Blink died, we
Smoked a opp, I found it, though
Gotta pick a side, I peep your style
I see you playin' both
They say love don't cost a
Thing, I swear to God, i paid the most
Sent the youngest killers 'cause they hungry
He been layin' low
Homie did a dozen, he ain't stressin'
He got eight to go
We ain't have no foreigns
Just a stoley and a pole
Only ghost around my hood is
A couple niggas' soul
We ain't have no foreigns
Just a stoley and a pole
Only ghost around my hood

Percocets and paranoia
Got' keep one up in the head
How I'm supposed to sleep when I
Know killers want me dead?
Hope nobody get us caught up for it
He turnt fed
He ain't had to cop, he could've beat it
But he plead
He can't pour his pain out, so fuck it
He pour lean up tryna feed my niggas but the
Feds broke my team up
Shooter for his school and the gang
Fucked his dreams up
Tryna slide on Ramadan, fucked his Deen up