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Paranoia Self Protection P2 by Chronic Law Lyrics

Genre: rap | Year: 2022

[Intro]
Yeah man
Droptop
Portmore

[Bridge]
This minute me no want see it 'round me
Next minute me no want left it lonely
This minute me a walk with a four-three
Next minute me a bawl fi me heart
Just make them lift up yellow tape and chalk
Still a hide from the past
No see nothing but dark when me look in a the glass

[Verse 1]
Me a suffer from something named paranoia
Me can't sleep if me killer don't have a fire
Rifle sing like a Mariah
Me heart scrape up like me left it 'pon a wire
Mhm, yeah
[Chorus]
Mummy me no leave it
Always ready
Them take me light, but me always heavy
Ramp with the trigger 'cause me can't play tennis, yow
Me no leave it
No care how me say me a left it
'Cause stranger no sell out, a always bredrin
When Droptop there yah so me always tell him

[Verse 2]
Me no like fi run
And it hard fi get licensed gun
Friend a switch up, man a like the ground
Me there 'pon the hills, a scope them up with a suppressor 'pon the rifle front
Tired fi hurt me owna self, a try fi love
Nowhere don't safe
Me walk with faith
God help me 'cause me help me self with the 'K
Mummy just pray, things done set a way
Tell me girl things change, a no love letter days

[Bridge]
This minute me no want see it 'round me
Next minute me no want left it lonely
This minute me a walk with a four-three
Next minute me a bawl fi me heart
Just make them lift up yellow tape 'pon [?]
Still a hide from the past
No see nothing but dark when me look in a the glass
[Chorus]
Mummy me no leave it
Always ready
Them take me light, but me always heavy
Ramp with the trigger 'cause me can't play tennis, yow
Me no leave it
No care how me say me a left it
'Cause stranger no sell out, a always bredrin
When Droptop there yah so me always tell him

[Verse 3]
Self protection
No love and affection
Beretta belly extend
The Glock a fi get pan
In a high school, me and me spinnaz a do exam
We make people cross dawg, a never pedestrian
Chargie, me wish me have a nigga weh make bomb
Send Fighter fi boom down anywhere weh medz wrong
Me go in a any district like bread van
A anybody breathe a must smaddy weh pregnant
Me nah left nothing
Me have two draco, me call them cousin
Me a see weh them a think because head open
The alien chrome like small belt buckle
Me carry the fifteen like it no wear nothing
Me wish the Benelli could a fire like dozen
Two browning a work anuh no sodomite something
A who a say fi left it, suck your mother, me no love you
If me a gone weed shop, me haffi carry something