Daze of a Demon (PTSD)
PTSD
I just count my days
Stuck in my ways
So much on my mind
I get so high
Niggas gone die
Thats just everyday
Im on my grind
Cautious where I lay
Guns by my side
PTSD
Lord show me a sign
Numb to my pain
Lasers on glock nines
Tape on aks
Palm angels blood stained
Sometimes I just pray
Die with no trace
Bullets got no names
Blood on my face
Working my hardest
Im plugged like charger
One of smartest I know Im a make it
The way that Im balling its foul
Call a flagrant
Boy wanted smoke
He got turned into vapor
Cut his life short
He got faded like tape ups
Hollows on point
Im just giving out shape ups
Price on your head
Get clipped by your neighbor
Block hotter than shottas
That live in Jamaica
Keeping it sturdy gotta be stable
Gotta be willing you gotta be able
Lighting up candles
On different occasions
Long live my cousins
I wish that they made it
Carrying guns
Man you really cant blame us
Just to be safe
We gotta stay dangerous
Stuck in my past
I use drugs to evade it
If opps spin the block
Is you ducking or aiming?
PTSD
I just count my days
Stuck in my ways
So much on my mind
I get so high
Niggas gone die
Thats just everyday
Im on my grind
Cautious where I stay
Guns by my side
PTSD
Lord show me a sign
Numb to my pain
Lasers on glock nines
Tape on aks
Palm angels blood stained
Sometimes I just pray
Die with no trace
Bullets got no names
Blood on my face is
I just count my days
Stuck in my ways
So much on my mind
I get so high
Niggas gone die
Thats just everyday
Im on my grind
Cautious where I lay
Guns by my side
PTSD
Lord show me a sign
Numb to my pain
Lasers on glock nines
Tape on aks
Palm angels blood stained
Sometimes I just pray
Die with no trace
Bullets got no names
Blood on my face
Working my hardest
Im plugged like charger
One of smartest I know Im a make it
The way that Im balling its foul
Call a flagrant
Boy wanted smoke
He got turned into vapor
Cut his life short
He got faded like tape ups
Hollows on point
Im just giving out shape ups
Price on your head
Get clipped by your neighbor
Block hotter than shottas
That live in Jamaica
Keeping it sturdy gotta be stable
Gotta be willing you gotta be able
Lighting up candles
On different occasions
Long live my cousins
I wish that they made it
Carrying guns
Man you really cant blame us
Just to be safe
We gotta stay dangerous
Stuck in my past
I use drugs to evade it
If opps spin the block
Is you ducking or aiming?
PTSD
I just count my days
Stuck in my ways
So much on my mind
I get so high
Niggas gone die
Thats just everyday
Im on my grind
Cautious where I stay
Guns by my side
PTSD
Lord show me a sign
Numb to my pain
Lasers on glock nines
Tape on aks
Palm angels blood stained
Sometimes I just pray
Die with no trace
Bullets got no names
Blood on my face is
Credits
Writer(s): Elijah Lewis
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