PTSD

When time backwards
Niggas Finna act up
Hop up in a wagon
Pull up like what's happening
Shawty tryna bone
Take her home for a thrashing
Language on her face

How I know there's satisfaction
Are you young Mahal?
It depends who fucking asking
They wanna be young Mahal
You ain't add up to my fraction
Cocktail bars, outsides old fashions
Niggas getting clout
Just as soon as I reaction

Mind be going crazy
Just so I got some to think about
This fucking Jameson
Done got me pouring feelings out
I ain't been too stable
Family members getting worried now
Don't try to call me
I ain't tryna say my whereabouts

PTSD got a nigga feelin' jittery, fidgety
All that gave me my creativity
Mr Balotelli, soccer jersey that's Italy, Italy
You niggas at the bottom I'm epitome



Credits
Writer(s): Rajive Alcindor
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