PTSD Lyrics

Yea yea

TRG TRG TRG

Get what you want

I gotta mask, protect me from the virus

And something else, protect me from the scheming

Came up in the jungle, niggas slide, jack shit

Or they be triple beam dreaming

There wasn't much hope but we figured it out

We was coppin

Now it's bigger amounts

Throw some extras in stocks

Even if it jus a little

I'm learning to make the wealth simple

T house mask on cuz it Smokey

Closed curtains cuz the neighbors nosey

I can't be sleeping I'm gettting them nightmares

O.T. I'm bleaching been up for light years

Not in the city I cannot be stuck there

Helping niggas I was getting no luck there

Ash Ketchum I gotta get em all

Free samples they was testing the raw

I fell in love with the stove

Dope in the pot Macarena then I let her go

I fell in love with the road

I ain't be missing no plays

I'm out here more then home

I love it when I be a loner

It just be me and my phone

Fuck wit the gang you a goner

I built my life off of principles

And I bust it down to the decimal

Snakes rats cops sirens

PTSD

Even bitches can line you

Fake love, sneaky liars

Coming up that all the shit be around you

The Hunger

I aint want feel again

On my mama

Everything we done came up in

Gave us trauma

You making it outta this

Be the lotto

You make it outta this you the man

I ain't leave the city till what I came wit is finished

Switch up the spot

Shit be getting lil fishy

Dirty money safe getting real filthy

I fell in love wit the stove

She introduced me to the bands

I started building my phone

And no hand out just foot work

We came up wit the hitters pushers

I love it when I be a loner

On the go I ain't scared of corona

I'm on the road not for show

Pass to my bro give and go

He gon deal wit it if I can't

You ain't no

what come wit this shit

I be in the zone, smoke that shit till I can't

Sometimes, I be done wit that bitch

But I fuck wit her, I know she feel the same

I fell in love with the stove

Dope in the pot Macarena white girl get me paid

I fell in love with the road

I ain't be missing no plays

Can't be broke make no change

I Love my fiends all the same

But It ain't none like a booster

Whipping a rooster

I can't be round none fuga

Im with the shooters

Snakes rats cops sirens

Ptsd

Even bitches can line you

Fake love sneaky liars

Coming up that al the shit be around you

Hunger

I aint want feel again

On my momoa

Everything we came up in

Gave us trauma

You making it outta this

That the lotto