(hah)
Kom bo shumë gabime e s’po m’don mo (yah yah)
S’e di a po m’don a s’po m’don mo
Paranojat gjith’ m’ka sillen afër kryt
Plot herë ti ma ke shty se ke dasht me kry
Plot herë m’ke thy e m’ke pshty
Kur kom ardh natën vonë e krejt shpin e kom thy like
Me m’bo për veti veç ti je kon e zonja (ay)
Fjalët kejt ëm hypin sa herë ty t’hapet goja
Kështu që unë s’muna kurrë me t’bo ty loja (yah yah)
Betona edhe nëse o nevoja
[Chorus: Kida, Mozzik]
Kjo s’o paranojë, kjo s’o paranojë, no no oh oh
Kjo s’o paranojë, kjo s’o paranojë, no no oh oh
Ti e di që s’ki nevojë-nevojë-nevojë-vojë
Me bo me bo paranojë-nojë-nojë-nojë
Ti e di që s’ki nevojë-nevojë-nevojë-vojë
Kur me bo paranojë-nojë-nojë-nojë (oh oh)
[Verse 2: Kida]
Bom be prapë që nuk ki tjera
Bom be prapë që veç na jena
Bom be prapë që s’foli mo që s’po m’vret tash
[Drop]
Mixey
[Outro: Kida]
M’thu para syve: “Të dua, të dua babe”
E prapa shpine krahët tu hap tjetër kush o babe
M’thu para syve: “Të dua, të dua babe”
E prapa shpine krahët tu hap o tjetra
[Part ll: Pishmon]
[Verse 1: Mozzik]
Veq thuma që je pishmon
A ke mall kur najkon
Edhe larg na dy me kon
Gjithqysh sinjal um qon
Dyt jena pishmon, mon-mon-mon
Unë për gabimin tem ti për gabimin ton
Hajt thuma veç a je pishmon, aah
[Chorus: Mozzik & Kida]
Oh veç a je pishmon-mon-mon-mon-mon
E kërkush vendin ton-ton-ton-ton-ton
Sun e zavendson-son-son-son-son
Veç a je pishmon, oh veç a je pishmon
E ti veç a je pishmon-mon-mon-mon-mon
Oh kërkush vendin ton-ton-ton-ton-ton
Sun e zavendson-son-son-son-son
S’e di a m’beson, s’e di a m’beson
[Verse 1: Kida]
Dyt mëkatet bashkë pi lajna, na na eh
Krejt problemet n’shpin i majna, na na eh
Ni ditë keshim ni ditë kajna, na na eh
Ja pe ndeshim ja pe lajna, no no eh no
Uh te hunda ma ke pru ti mu po apet po t’du
S’po du me kërkon me m’ndrru, naneh
Ej a e din sa gabime jam tuj nje
E kjo zemra jem veç ty o tu t’njeh
[Chorus: Mozzik & Kida]
Oh veç a je pishmon-mon-mon-mon-mon
E kërkush vendin ton-ton-ton-ton-ton
Sun e zavendson-son-son-son-son
Veç a je pishmon, oh veç a je pishmon
E ti veç a je pishmon-mon-mon-mon-mon
Oh kërkush vendin ton-ton-ton-ton-ton
Sun e zavendson-son-son-son-son
S’e di a m’beson, s’e di a m’beson
[Verse 2: Mozzik]
Ah yah, nuk label-oj se jom shumë marakli
Që sa herë boj gabime bona bona pishmanli
Mos pyt me sa t’kom ndrru se s’pe di
A dy a tri veç ja vlen mu bo prapë bashkë
Për dashuni sa herë tu m’thirrsh
Nuk o shanc mos me ni unë
E sa jem t’ri, m’gin e t’ngi mbi qet melodi
Mos e prish-prish, prish-prish
Me vetmi ish-ish, ish-ish
Prire hashish-shish, shish-shish
Ajo dashni ça ish, ish-ish
[Chorus: Mozzik & Kida]
Oh veç a je pishmon-mon-mon-mon-mon
E kërkush vendin ton-ton-ton-ton-ton
Sun e zavendson-son-son-son-son
Veç a je pishmon, oh veç a je pishmon
E ti veç a je pishmon-mon-mon-mon-mon
Oh kërkush vendin ton-ton-ton-ton-ton
Sun e zavendson-son-son-son-son
S’e di a m’beson, s’e di a m’beson [Teksti i “PP”]
[Part l: Paranoia]
[Chorus: Kida]
Kjo s’o paranojë, kjo s’o paranojë, no no oh oh
Kjo s’o paranojë, kjo s’o paranojë, no no oh oh
Nëse për ty s’o kurgjo kjo, për mu nuk o lojë
Nëse për ty s’o kurgjo kjo, për mu nuk o lojë
[Verse 1: Kida]
Ty për mu s’o tu ta ni
Ty për ty për mu s’o tu ta ni
S’munesh me m’fol ti mu për ndjenja
Ty për mu s’o tu ta ni
Aj o aj ah, po m’lëndon veç për inat
Aj o aj ah, po m’lëndon po pe du prapë
[Chorus: Kida, Mozzik]
Kjo s’o paranojë, kjo s’o paranojë, no no oh oh
Kjo s’o paranojë, kjo s’o paranojë, no no oh oh
Ti e di që s’ki nevojë-nevojë-nevojë-vojë
Me bo me bo paranojë-nojë-nojë-nojë
Ti e di që s’ki nevojë-nevojë-nevojë-vojë
Kur me bo paranojë-nojë-nojë-nojë (oh oh)
[Drop]
Mixey
[Verse 2: Mozzik]
Knoj për ty se ti je ton këto damare (yeah)
E me m’bo paranojë osht njona pi tipareve (chyeah)
T’mija, ti je koka, vija jem, vija jem
A kejt ça folen nalt, nuk o rren
Mi corazon-zon-zon-zon (ay ay)
Pse ti s’po m’beson, s’po m’beson mo?

[Westside Gunn {Benny The Butcher}:]
Ayo, Mag Dior on the pen rug, twenty chains on, we on Rodeo, blood
Who touchin’ my stove? We had to spray him up
(Doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, ah)
Visions yayo, sippin’ gator, he hit the stim hard once (Ah)
Then he walked up the block with a refrigerator
I’m in the Rolls (I’m in the Rolls, skrrt)
Knots on the Martine Rose when I pose (Ah)
READYMADE caskets, this work so good, get the elastic
Hid the AK behind the masjid
Who made the sun shine? Them prisons strengthened my mental
I broke the lead on the paper from writin’ letters in pencil
This a process, I’m fresh, I just moved out the projects
Million dollar deals and still feel like I ain’t hot yet
Biggie Smalls in a Coogi, Al Green in a mock neck
Russel Simmons my mindset, I’m old Hov with a Pyrex
What’s the money worth when my mother hurt, brother layin’ under dirt? {You know what I’m sayin’})
Next thing you know, we dip from one time (Ah)
[Benny The Butcher:]
Real street nigga shit
Yo, uh
Track and field, runnin’ packs, I’m still subtractin’ real numbers
I took a loss and just had to build from it, y’all broke the code
Threw dirt on gang when y’all spoke to Hov, that was reckless
That’s expected, VS cuts on my wrist big enough to catch infections
This heckler on me protect the homies, Boldy and West
I treated my .40 just like my only connect
Who said it was simple? (Who made the sun shine? We can forgive you, but you get punished first
Dope on a paper plate, [?] on a paperweight
I ran around the world for it just like The Amazing Race
The money counter singin’ to me, sound like Amazing Grace
Cooked a brick of big at a time, I was eight for eight
The Butcher, nigga
[Boldy James:]
Last three packs in the bundle, I had to swallow that (Hold the tops)
Balls of smack pumpin’ while I’m crumblin’ the loudest thrax (Good kush)
Cone racks, turned the plug around at the Mountain Jack’s (Still more)
Niggas who thought I was finished hate to see me bouncin’ back (It’s on)
Touched a honeybun, tryna trap me up a thousand stacks (A big, big dog)
Shoutout to Butch and Gunn, my shooter don’t know how to rap (Brr)
Never filed a tax, I had to run with that part of pack (Hyena)
Thumbs still numb from packin’ up, foldin’ lotto packs (Up in plastic)
I grew up on a block with scurvy, niggas topsy-turvy (All hitters)
Totin’ Glocks with thirties in ’em, sellin’ rocks and thirties (Screwboxes)
Oxycontin, Percocet, I was poppin’ yerkies (Tens)
Blowin’ on the way to see my PO, I was droppin’ dirties (Remix)
Re-rockin’ birdies in the trap, half block of turkey (White meat)
The work come in a silver pack like a chocolate Hersheys (What else?)
Eat them pill ‘scripts and them bowls, in total [?] (Moonrock)
Real nigga, still posted on the service drive with purses (Four-one)
Where we at?

Yeah
Yeah
Never throwin’ in the towel, I just use it to wipe the sweat off
And get back in the ring and knock your head off, I’m well off
But I redistribute like a socialist
You get a house, you get a car, I’m on some Oprah shit
And could you focus if your parents goin’ through it? And you tryna make a hit to save ’em in the other room
It’s pressure that’s gon’ either make you pop or make you pop
My mama cried a lot, I made it stop, we on a yacht
She always gives me game, gives me gems I don’t question
Like give without remembering, receive without forgetting
Disarm ’em with your charm, use your kindness as a weapon
Everyone you meet, be a blessing, not a lesson
Okay, I got you
So many women that my new girl is old news
‘Cause I need more than eye candy, I need soul food
Until then, I’m just slangin’ it
I got your women upside down doin’ stranger things
I see a lot of skeptics, lot of doubters, but I’m smart
I know that y’all are really just dreamers with broken hearts
Feelin’ inadequate, that’s why you doin’ so much talkin’
‘Cause the path that I been blazin’, you’re incapable of walkin’
Y’all be goin’ nowhere fast, here’s some advice you should heed
Directions way more important than speed
This is Singapore suites, Jerry Springer war freaks
In the meeting with Epic, I sat in Sickamore’s seat
That was 2016, though, now I need Rob Stringer’s job
CEO of the whole shit, I’m on some boss shit
Every office I walk in knows this, it’s unspoken, yeah
Artists are martyrs, you want us to feel the pain
So that we can make a song that make y’all say that you relate
At the cost of our mental health, though, that’s a sacrifice
Money doesn’t change you, it just magnifies
If you have a vice, it’s just maximized
I’m either gettin’ p*ssy or makin’ hits, the only shit that cures my appetite
But I get hungry often, I got my twenties poppin’
Smokin’ Moroccan hash, makin’ a lot of cash
While all these dummies comment
‘Bout how they’d do it if they were in my position
But you’re not, you’re mediocre, and you lack the ambition
Plus you lack the persistence, not to mention the intrinsic
Motivation that it takes to even chase after a vision
That only you can see, that only you believe
So watch your tone, you’re not even you enough to f*ck with me
Don’t come for me, it’s Russ, bitch
Anybody real always f*cks with me, it’s up, bitch
I ain’t goin’ nowhere, y’all are stuck with me
Livin’ the dream was worth the chase
Just bought my mom a Rolex and it’s got the purple face
That’s her favorite color, this been her favorite summer
No girls compare, that’s why I still don’t got a baby mother
Yeah
Ride with me, ride with me
I let you know if I even, I believe
Do anything but lie to me, lie to me
I wanna feel you fly with me, fly with me