[Intro]
(It's Masanori, Arigato)
Ayy, ayy
(Deep Watters, you can drown in 'em)

[Chorus: Vory]
Paranoia, can't sleep at night, I know I'm next
[Rambo?] got me ridin' with that TEC
Ayy, I can't let they hitmen get me checked (Nah)
Ayy, he come at me wrong, we at his neck, yeah

[Post-Chorus: Vory & Que Tha Poet]
Got too much to live for these days
Got me movin' careful, I pray
Got too much to live for these days (Yeah)
Got me movin' careful, I pray (Yeah)
Got too much to live for these days (Facts)
Got too much to live for these days, nah, nah

[Verse 1: Que Tha Poet]
Breaking the rules (Rules)
Never gon' live out a book, yеah, yeah
Still in the gang (Gang) like my n***as was [?]
Making this monеy ain't funny sometimes, a n***a be suge, yeah, yeah
People be hunting [?] to flash my look
But I just wrap my chains on, you can tell that I
Everything that we've ever wanted, man, we
Solo talk about pesos, fuck for free, we don't pay hoes
Been building since LEGOs, [?] like black Gecko
[Chorus: Vory]
Paranoia, can't sleep at night, I know I'm next
[Rambo?] got me ridin' with that TEC
Ayy, I can't let they hitmen get me checked (Nah)
Ayy, he come at me wrong, we at his neck, yeah

[Post-Chorus: Vory & Que Tha Poet]
Got too much to live for these days
Got me movin' careful, I pray
Got too much to live for these days (Yeah)
Got me movin' careful, I pray (Yeah)
Got too much to live for these days (Facts)
Got too much to live for these days, nah, nah

[Verse 2: Vory]
I get out the way, 'cause she want a date
But she gotta wait 'cause I gotta skate
I pour a four inside of a .4
I'm sipping on eight and I'm going ape
I hit her raw, say she want my kids
I nut on her face, I'm playing it safe
Pray for the day that a rap n***a try me
Like he out of data, he getting erased, yeah
[?]
She text me like she on her period
I text her like, "What about your friend?"
That n***a said fuck all the rapping
Them n***as start trapping again
I got a [?] for the driver
[Chorus: Vory]
Paranoia, can't sleep at night, I know I'm next
[Rambo?] got me ridin' with that TEC
Ayy, I can't let they hitmen get me checked (Nah)
Ayy, he come at me wrong, we at his neck, yeah

[Post-Chorus: Vory & Que Tha Poet]
Got too much to live for these days
Got me movin' careful, I pray
Got too much to live for these days (Yeah)
Got me movin' careful, I pray (Yeah)
Got too much to live for these days (Facts)
Got too much to live for these days, nah, nah