Paranoid

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"Aw yeah, man, what's goin' on, it's KCillion Da Don, yeah,
 It's and Milwaukee Wisconsin shit goin' on right now, you know,
 Four up, four love, yeah, it's KCillion Da Don, y'all,
 Went in Walgreens and bought everything off the wall, y'all, yeah,
 Man, it's Foot Locker's number one shopper and my bankroll is a
 Whopper! Yeah, it's KCillion Da Don, man! Northside, eastside,
 Southside, westside, man, we everywhere, man! It's 414 shit,
 It's KCillion Da Don. Stop callin' me KCillion, man. KCillion Da Don"
 This some 2020 shit
 It's gettin' out there, it's gettin' out,
 Motherfuckers gettin' popped every day now
 Like anybody, I would like to live a long life, longevity
 (Free DC! Free DC! Free DC! Free DC! Free DC!)
 Ooh, ooh
 Ooh, ooh
 Woah!
 See how I'm feelin' right now
 Nigga what the fuck, what's the deal right now? Woah
 Too much fear right now
 Niggas need to pop out with the gear right now, woah
 Feelin' Margiela right now
 Foenem pop a pill, tryna kill right now, woah
 It's a lil' scrimmage, I love my all business
 This shit not an image, DC off the Henny, woah (Yeah)
 I keep it close
 Big-ass drum, we gon' rock and just roll
 Watch out, bitch, it's a young nigga world
 Why that nigga looking at my fucking check?
 Better pipe down, it's way too above your wage
 Oh, triple digits on the dash
 And that Bentley like Thomas Wayne
 Get all my dawgs, put 'em in a huddle, said we gon' be rich forever
 Niggas sick of that shitty weather
 If it's gang vs. the world, we gon' get together
 Why the fuck would we go out with ourselves?
 Blowin' out the door, now I'm feeling better
 Pussy boy, we can't sit together
 Like Lebrons and Ksubis, that don't fit together
 Better not get involved, we with the shits and that's truly (yeah, yeah)
 So paranoid, I'm off, I'm on the stage with my toolie (whoa)
 Got an idea, like, "Baw, Brandon, let's go shoot a movie"
 2020 we gon' ball, nigga don't like it, then shoot me (what)
 Spin through your block, make it spooky, ooh
 Okay, I feel it, this bitch heating up
 Rocky Balboa, in seven rounds, I beat it up
 Knock it out the park, make this bitch wake up
 Feel like Drake, Marvin's Room, I can't give out no love
 I had to get it like Billie Jean's son
 Please don't get on my nerves, I'm just tryna have fun, okay
 Cash out, black out, anyways
 Missed out, passed out, any day
 No doubt, fast route, many ways
 Missed out, fast route, anyways
 (Yeah, yeah)
 Better not get involved, we with the shits and that's truly
 So paranoid, I'm off, I'm on the stage with my toolie
 Got an idea, like, "Baw, Brandon, let's go shoot a movie"
 2020 we gon' ball, nigga don't like it, then shoot me
 Spin through your block, make it spooky, ooh
 Okay, I feel it, this bitch heating up
 Rocky Balboa, in seven rounds, I beat it up
 Knock it out the park, make this bitch wake up
 Feel like Drake, Marvin's Room, I can't give out no love
 I had to get it like Billie Jean's son
 Please don't get on my nerves, I'm just tryna have fun, okay
 

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Song Details

Duration
03:16
Key
5
Tempo
119 BPM

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