feat. Nosaj Thing
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[Hook] x 2
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I'm riding around with my blunt on my lips
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With the sun in my eyes and my gun on my hip
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Paranoia on my mind, got my mind on the fritz
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But a lot of niggas dying, so my 9 with the streets
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Move to the neighborhood, I bet they don't stay for good
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Watch, somebody will steal daddy's rollie
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We'll call it the neighborhood watch
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Pray for a safer hood, when my paper good, watch
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Captain save the hood, will save you,
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Baby boy, still get 90 for swishers,
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I'ma still watch my hood
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Still with the same money militia
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I'ma still watch my hood
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Trapped in the middle of the map
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With a little bitty rock and little bit of rap
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Dad with a little every nack and a little shitty nap
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Can I get a little that?
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[Hook] x 2
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I'm riding around with my blunt on my lips
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With the sun in my eyes and my gun on my hip
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Paranoia on my mind, got my mind on the fritz
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But a lot of niggas dying, so my 9 with the streets
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They murking kids, they murder kids here
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Why you think they don't talk about it?
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They deserted us here
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Where the fuck is mat laureate
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Somebody get katie kirk in here
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Prolly scared all the refugees
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Away like we had a fucking hurricane in here
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And we shooting whether it's dark or not
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I mean the day is pretty dark a lot
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Down here it's easier to find a gun
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Than it is to find a fucking parking spot
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No love for the opposition
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Specifically a cop position
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Cause they never been in opposition
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Get the violation from the nation
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Correlating you drastic
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[Hook] x 2
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I'm riding around with my blunt on my lips
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With the sun in my eyes and my gun on my hip
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Paranoia on my mind, got my mind on the fritz
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But a lot of niggas dying, so my 9 with the streets
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I know, you scared, you should ask us if we scared too
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I know, you scared, me too
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I know, you scared, you should ask us if we scared too
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I know, you scared, me too
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It just got warm out
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It's the shit I've been worrying bout
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I hope that it's storm in the morning
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I hope that it's pouring out
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I hate crowded bitches,
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I hate the sound of fireworks
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And I ponder what's worse
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Between knowing it's over and dying first
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Cause everybody dies in the summer
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When they say goodbye tell them while it's spring
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I heard everybody dies in the summer
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So pray to god for a little more spring
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I know, you scared, you should ask us if we scared too
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I know, you scared, me too.
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Paranoia
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| Chance The Rapper |
