PTSD
Life is life bey
And we still here
I guess we blessed bey
Life get rugged but I gotta keep my head up
Shit, we been down but we ain't out
I guess we blessed, huh?
They say the way I rock a crowd
I might be next up
If I don't put this mic down
How they gon' catch up?
I ain't no killer but behind my blood it's pressure
Riding for anyone I love would be my pleasure
I still got PTSD, they got my friend took
PTSD from the ones that ain't get up
They hit my cousin, I said, never
Attempted murder
That mean the shooter was like Westbrook
Better luck next time he's still alive
I guess he blessed, huh?
Prayed to the Most High
Like, please God don't take a next one
Gotta keep pushing
Say Twin, why you always sudging, fuck it
Cause we done lost real niggas like it's nothing
Why you think my woedai ride with drums
Like he play percussion
Bet he go rum pum pum pum
If you ever try to touch him
Broken wings
Tried to tell my dawgs to fly straight
They had to paint over the blood
On Swiper's driveway
Heard he was killed, I said
No, can't be my ace
No one go realer than my dawg
That was my ape
Cause I ain't care about no handout
It might take us little longer
Pops say, watch who I ride with
Cause they might take me from my mama
They give your friend the right offer
They might try to off ya
Ain't scared to kick nobody out my life
I playin' soccer
I love my mommy, me and Whitlean
Kanye and Donda
Cause I know she still gon' hold me if I lose my shottas
They try to say don't hang with them
But mommy, they my partners
I love 'em though they graduated
From the streets with honors
Life get rugged
But I gotta keep my head up
Shit, we still above ground
I guess we blessed, huh?
Ain't nobody put us down
I guess we blessed, huh?
Know some of my friends ain't around
We still blessed, huh?
I guess we blessed
Knowing that we done stressed
For long but we up next
I got wrongs I can't correct
Still rev the car on the reverend
Going nowhere fast praying for more direction
It was hard learning these lessons
Ducking electives
Thinking I'll never get this
Got a F, so F this
Love my dogs though they reckless
Mommy was restless
Still loved us
Though we ain't follow directives
So, tell me what's real
Reality or perspective?
It's like if you don't post it
The world won't ever respect it
I stay connected
With the ones who keep me protected
Showing they effort
With the little that they was blessed with
Daddy invested
So much money to see me shine
I never expected
They'd pay money to see me rhyme
I thought it was senseless
Fuck it, still wrote a line
When people projected
All their fears to make them mine
This for them real ones
Who'd pray that we get signed
But still saw us as stars
Though them stars never aligned
My guys, who returned to the sky
More time
I know my nigga in heaven
Right place, wrong time
More time
Life get rugged but I gotta keep my head up
Shit, we been down but we ain't out
I guess we blessed, huh?
They say the way I rock a crowd
I might be next up
If I don't put this mic down
How they gon' catch up?
I ain't no killer but behind my blood it's pressure
Riding for anyone I love would be my pleasure
I still got PTSD, they got my friend took
PTSD from the ones that ain't get up
But through it all I guess we blessed, huh?
I guess we blessed, huh?
And we still here
I guess we blessed bey
Life get rugged but I gotta keep my head up
Shit, we been down but we ain't out
I guess we blessed, huh?
They say the way I rock a crowd
I might be next up
If I don't put this mic down
How they gon' catch up?
I ain't no killer but behind my blood it's pressure
Riding for anyone I love would be my pleasure
I still got PTSD, they got my friend took
PTSD from the ones that ain't get up
They hit my cousin, I said, never
Attempted murder
That mean the shooter was like Westbrook
Better luck next time he's still alive
I guess he blessed, huh?
Prayed to the Most High
Like, please God don't take a next one
Gotta keep pushing
Say Twin, why you always sudging, fuck it
Cause we done lost real niggas like it's nothing
Why you think my woedai ride with drums
Like he play percussion
Bet he go rum pum pum pum
If you ever try to touch him
Broken wings
Tried to tell my dawgs to fly straight
They had to paint over the blood
On Swiper's driveway
Heard he was killed, I said
No, can't be my ace
No one go realer than my dawg
That was my ape
Cause I ain't care about no handout
It might take us little longer
Pops say, watch who I ride with
Cause they might take me from my mama
They give your friend the right offer
They might try to off ya
Ain't scared to kick nobody out my life
I playin' soccer
I love my mommy, me and Whitlean
Kanye and Donda
Cause I know she still gon' hold me if I lose my shottas
They try to say don't hang with them
But mommy, they my partners
I love 'em though they graduated
From the streets with honors
Life get rugged
But I gotta keep my head up
Shit, we still above ground
I guess we blessed, huh?
Ain't nobody put us down
I guess we blessed, huh?
Know some of my friends ain't around
We still blessed, huh?
I guess we blessed
Knowing that we done stressed
For long but we up next
I got wrongs I can't correct
Still rev the car on the reverend
Going nowhere fast praying for more direction
It was hard learning these lessons
Ducking electives
Thinking I'll never get this
Got a F, so F this
Love my dogs though they reckless
Mommy was restless
Still loved us
Though we ain't follow directives
So, tell me what's real
Reality or perspective?
It's like if you don't post it
The world won't ever respect it
I stay connected
With the ones who keep me protected
Showing they effort
With the little that they was blessed with
Daddy invested
So much money to see me shine
I never expected
They'd pay money to see me rhyme
I thought it was senseless
Fuck it, still wrote a line
When people projected
All their fears to make them mine
This for them real ones
Who'd pray that we get signed
But still saw us as stars
Though them stars never aligned
My guys, who returned to the sky
More time
I know my nigga in heaven
Right place, wrong time
More time
Life get rugged but I gotta keep my head up
Shit, we been down but we ain't out
I guess we blessed, huh?
They say the way I rock a crowd
I might be next up
If I don't put this mic down
How they gon' catch up?
I ain't no killer but behind my blood it's pressure
Riding for anyone I love would be my pleasure
I still got PTSD, they got my friend took
PTSD from the ones that ain't get up
But through it all I guess we blessed, huh?
I guess we blessed, huh?
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Writer(s): Ashton Chandler
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