My Mind Playin Tricks on Me

I sit alone in my four-cornered room

Staring at candles

Oh that shit is on? Heh

Let me drop some shit like this here, real smooth

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

Candle sticks 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 stressing I ain't living right

But I ain't going out without a fight

See, everytime my eyes close

I start sweatin', and blood starts comin out my nose

Is somebody watchin' the Ak'?

But I don't know who it is, so I'm watchin 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 tryin' to kill me

I'm pumping in the clip when the wind blows

Every twenty seconds got me peepin' 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 is playin' tricks on you

I make big money, I drive big cars

Everybody know me, it's like I'm a movie star

But late at night, somethin' ain't right

I feel I'm being tailed by the same sucker's head lights

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

Reach under my seat, grabbed my popper for the suckers

Ain't no use to be lying, I was scareder than a motherfucker

But they're laughin' at pow pies and buried that 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 black, crippled and crazy senior citizens

I live by the sword