Everybody think the dream is a dream 'til the truth wakes up Knives in the back 'cause the stakes play rough Say don't change but you can't stay same 'Cause you won't stay sane if the chains stay cuffed Innocence lost is the cross to bear Some advice that I'll toss to all those who dare Take a seat right across, there's a open chair I'ma tell you what it take just to get to here Yeah Long nights writin' in dark rooms to find light Insight workin' through wrongs to try to make right Downfalls leading to new heights, reflection Pure heart spoken as true art, connection Built from the struggles that most do not mention Two cents given can spark course correction Cents turn to change then to dollars on the page Then the vultures come lookin' for a piece of what you made Art turned to business, transactional friendships Knives in the back become stains that you live with Purity in the absurdity is rare to keep Cynics are like misery how they accompany the weak Big bark but we know the bite lacks teeth Let 'em slide, pity those on the dark side, each Took the same situation and they chose their path So sad, but be vigilant 'cause even I have This paranoia Like everybody's plottin' on my downfall Paranoia (Paranoia) Can I trust my gut in a blue moon windfall? Paranoia (Paranoia) Feel like every step is an uphill climb Paranoia (Paranoia) Guess I'm underdog 'til the day I die Yeah Ain't a motherfucker livin' that I trust in Everybody got agendas that they come with Everybody got they hand out Tryna get a favor outta milli' but I did it off of hustlin' Tell me, what did you expect? Why you feel entitled to the things that I gave a lot of blood just to get? I assume ain't nobody shit So when they showin' me they true colors I don't never get upset Got a few brothers that ain't never let me down But I feel the envy now whenever they get 'round Try to share my wealth but they wanna take the crown And I try to build 'em up but they try to break me down (D-d-down-down) I sit alone in my four-corner loft Writin' texts to some people I shoulda been writin' off Tried tellin' 'em that I am not involved But I'm payin' for they sins like I'm dying on the cross I don't wanna talk, nah we can't go backwards 'Cause they words never match they actions Said I'm Hollywood but they the ones actin' 'Cause they only round when we make transactions I should leave 'em in the past tense Have 'em wonderin' what happened They the reason that these walls so high, so they can't have access 'Cause I got this paranoia Like everybody's plottin' on my downfall Paranoia (Paranoia) Can I trust my gut in a blue moon windfall? Paranoia (Paranoia) Feel like every step is an uphill climb Paranoia (Paranoia) Guess I'm underdog 'til the day I die