PTSD (feat. Jaydii & Kelvin2x)

You never know who's next so you gotta keep your eyes open
I still represent the trenches know that shit is mind blowing
He be acting like a bitch like he's just lost his components
One of the reasons why I'm strapped don't really got a real homie
Ion even wanna eat I'm just so fucked up in the head
Post traumatic stress disorder like I'm locked in a cell

Hey
9 times out of 10 I did it for all of my fam
I don't know who to give my heart to so I keep it instead
I'm still embarrassed by the shit that he said

We still embarrassed by the shit that he said
Grinding for these racks
Dodge from the feds
Bank full of racks yeah
Made it out the gutter
Balling every summer
Fuckin all these bitches
And we running all this numbers

Mama raised me
Since a baby
Facing cases
Daddy left me
He neglect me

Yeah i stand for myself
Put some cash in my shev

Dodge from the 12
And I paid my respect

Lotta pains in my head
Ptsd homie telling to the feds

Got some couple niggaz gone but we still here uh
My bitch be acting like I still care
And they be thinking I left the good that nigga still there
I pop this pills cuz it makes me feel like someone still cares
Dis niggaz singing my song
Dis niggaz know that I'm on
I keep a glock in my tummy ready to get niggaz gone
If he comes right on that corner swear we gon put him on tv
I hope his momma don't see me cuz we ain't showing no love
They won't understand, they will only see u smile
Sometimes I can't even express what a nigga feel inside
They gave my dawg a thousand days that shit be sucide
And ion talk about dem niggaz causing homicides
U know I don't fucc with u
Niggaz made me feel this shit impossible
Nigga u don't even keep a glock with u
U know what the opps could do
U know what we aiming when we after u
You'd be on the run when we come for u

You never know who's next so you gotta keep your eyes open
I still represent the trenches know that shit is mind blowing
He be acting like a bitch like he's just lost his components
One of the reasons why I'm strapped don't really got a real homie
Ion even wanna eat I'm just so fucked up in the head
Post traumatic stress disorder like I'm locked in a cell
Hey
9 times out of 10 I did it for all of my fam
I don't know who to give my heart to so I keep it instead
I'm still embarrassed by the shit that he said

Don't pretend that we be friends
Cuz you don't know me like you said you acting phony
You gat my back I gat your back
You let fall I'll let you fall don't gat emotions
My mama gotta eat she the reason i be here I'm working hardly
I still represent my city even tho they don't see deserve me
That shit crazy

They know how we coming
They know how we bomin'
U know how we bleed
Trapping in my crib
Demons in my head
Demons everywhere
Fighting demons in my sleep yeah
Demons in my dreams yeah
Demons in palm angels
Tell em how we come
Dripping just for fun
This the one for the street