Mind Playing Tricks on Me

I sit alone in my four-cornered room staring at candles

Oh that shit is on?

Let me drop some shit like this here, real smooth

At night I can't sleep, I toss and turn

Candlesticks in the dark, visions of bodies being burned

Four walls just staring at a nigga

I'm paranoid, sleeping with my finger on the trigger

My mother's always stressin' I ain't living right

But I ain't goin' out without a fight

See, every time my eyes close

I start sweating and blood starts coming out my nose

It's somebody watching the Ak'

But I don't know who it is so I'm watching my back

I can see him when I'm deep in the covers

When I awake I don't see the motherfucker

He owns a black hat like I own

A black suit and a cane like my own

Some might say take a chill, B

But fuck that shit, there's a nigga trying to kill me

I'm popping in the clip when the wind blows

Every twenty seconds got me peeping out my window

Investigating the joint for traps

Checking my telephone for taps

I'm staring at the woman on the corner

It's fucked up when your mind's playing tricks on ya

I make big money

I drive big cars

Everybody know me

It's like I'm a movie star

But late at night something ain't right

I feel I'm being tailed by the same sucker's headlights

Is it that fool that I ran off the block

Or is it that nigga last week that I shot

Or is it the one I beat for five thousand dollars

Thought he had caine but it was Gold Medal flour

Reached under my seat, grabbed my popper for the suckers

Ain't no use to me lying

I was scareder than a motherfucker

Hooked a left into Popeye's and bailed out quick

If it's going down let's get this shit over with

Here they come just like I figured

I got my hand on the motherfucking trigger

What I saw'll make your ass start giggling

Three blind, crippled and crazy senior citizens