Chance the Rapper — Paranoia

[Chorus: Chance The Rapper] I've been riding around with my blunt on my lips With the sun in my eyes and my gun on my hip Paranoia on my mind, got my mind on the fritz But a lot of niggas dyin', so my 9 with the shits I've been riding around with my blunt on my lips With the sun in my eyes and my gun on my hip Paranoia on my mind, got my mind on the fritz But a lot of niggas dyin', so my 9 with the shits [Verse 1: Chance The Rapper] Move to the neighborhood, I bet they don't stay for good, watch Somebody'll steal daddy's Rollie, call it the neighborhood watch Pray for a safer hood when my paper good, watch Captain Save-a-Hood, hood savior, baby boy Still getting ID'd for Swishers (Mama still wash my clothes) Still with the Save Money militia (I'ma still watch my bros) Trapped in the middle of the map With a little-bitty rock and a little bit of rap That, with a literary knack And a little shitty Mac, and like literally jack [Chorus: Chance The Rapper] I've been riding around with my blunt on my lips With the sun in my eyes and my gun on my hip Paranoia on my mind, got my mind on the fritz But a lot of niggas dyin', so my 9 with the shits I've been riding around with my blunt on my lips With the sun in my eyes and my gun on my hip Paranoia on my mind, got my mind on the fritz But a lot of niggas dyin', so my 9 with the shits [Verse 2: Chance The Rapper] They murking kids, they murder kids here Why you think they don't talk about it? They deserted us here Where the fuck is Matt Lauer at? Somebody get Katie Couric in here Probably scared of all the refugees Look like we had a fuckin' hurricane here They'll be shooting whether it's dark or not I mean, the days is pretty dark a lot Down here, it's easier to find a gun Than it is to find a fucking parking spot No love for the opposition, specifically a cop position 'Cause they've never been in our position Getting violations from the nation, correlating, you dry snitchin' [Chorus: Chance The Rapper] I've been riding around with my blunt on my lips With the sun in my eyes and my gun on my hip Paranoia on my mind, got my mind on the fritz But a lot of niggas dyin', so my 9 with the shits I've been riding around with my blunt on my lips With the sun in my eyes and my gun on my hip Paranoia on my mind, got my mind on the fritz But a lot of niggas dyin', so my 9 with the shits [Bridge: Chance The Rapper] I know you scared You should ask us if we scared too I know you scared Me too I know you scared You should ask us if we scared too If you was there Then we'd just knew you cared too [Verse 3: Chance The Rapper] It just got warm out, this the shit I've been warned 'bout I hope that it storm in the mornin', I hope that it's pourin' out I hate crowded beaches, I hate the sound of fireworks And I ponder what's worse Between knowing it's over and dyin' first 'Cause everybody dies in the summer Wanna say your goodbyes, tell them while it's spring I heard everybody's dying in the summer So pray to God for a little more spring [Outro: Chance The Rapper] I know you scared You should ask us if we scared too If you was there Then we'd just knew you cared too