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PTSD (feat. Juice WRLD, Lil Uzi Vert & Chance the Rapper)
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D.A. got that- D.A. got that dope I turn the news on, when I smell death in the air I prove you wrong, I made it out of here I don't belong, I see my past everywhere Don't stand too close to me, eternal PTSD I got a warzone inside of my head I made it on my own They said I'd be in jail or dead I've seen my brothers fall, over and over again Don't stand too close to me, I got PTSD I was hearing bangs like Chief Keef Always yelling names, that's deceased I go off my mind and my instinct Shootin' at the same time, we was in sync On the same thing, tryna repeat We was in them whips, right back on the enemies Stuffed on my last hit, I was in the middle seat **** it out the sun roof, brodie got a quick release And we in a car real fast for police Shots fired back but his ass in the street When I bought a forty, showed Brittany & Tiffany Knowing if they call, it ain't shit they can't get from me Lot of warfare 17 had a 50 piece Flexed on niggas so you know they wanna kill a G (Royalty) Posted in the hood with some Bentley keys (Loyalty) Roc died, showed 'em what it really mean I can't sleep 'cause it's a warzone in my head My killers good, they know I'm hands on with the bread A million dollars ahead, I'm still angry and seeing red How the **** I'm 'posed to have fun? All my niggas dead I turn the news on, when I smell death in the air I prove you wrong, I made it out of here I don't belong, I see my past everywhere Don't stand too close to me, eternal PTSD I got a warzone inside of my head I made it on my own They said I'd be in jail or dead I've seen my brothers fall, over and over again Don't stand too close to me, I got PTSD Used to run home from the train stop (Yeah) Runnin' so fast dodgin' rain drops 'Member got robbed at the park once (Yeah) 'Member thinkin' that that bitch probably ain't caught 'Member I was with my mama one time Seen a nigga through the glass, hit a nigga with a bankshot (Bah) Point blank, head hanging off his tank top Walked off, we drove off, went to GameStop (Skrrt) Quiet ride there, picked up San Andreas (Huh) Certain things we ain't talk about, mama, we just prayed off We seen it all, don't get involved Carry the weight of the world like a shawl Conceal and revealing to people in court I still can feel it, I know that the world is evil In case you thought a nigga forgot it When my homie was bleeding out, another homie went in his pockets (Shh) Please do not run up on me, not even as fans Niggas get fanned down on the Dan Ryan I'm flyin', I'm scary as hell, I need me a Xan, ah The days seem longer as life gets shorter We know sex, drugs, money, all in that order Ain't no structure, no peace, we've lost our order Leaving me with anxiety, ****ing up my sobriety (Lil Uzi Vert, yeah) It's a warzone layin' inside my head I still think about all my niggas that's dead I'm too paranoid, yeah, I know you heard what I said I'm too paranoid, I make sure all my opps they bled Drainin' all my energy, no, I can not sleep, uh-huh I'm affected by the streets, no appetite, I can't eat I only see red when I see, I think it's my PTSD (Yeah) I think it's my PTSD (Woah), I think it's my PTSD, yeah (Woah) I turn the news on, when I smell death in the air
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