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My PTSD startin' to kick in, so I gotta get high Uh, uh, ayy My PTSD startin' to kick in, so I gotta get high Trey shot that n***a out my car, so now I gotta get low I ain't no city boy 'cause I love my b*t*h N***a, but that don't mean that I don't love my hoes N***as tried to smack me up so now I'm raising hell Don't try and dap me, lil' n***a, you are not my bro Trey shot that n***a out my car so now I gotta get low They know we bend blocks, welcome to the party Till I collapse I'm spillin' these raps long as you feel 'em Till the day that I drop you'll never say that I'm not killin' 'em Cause when I am not, then I'm a stop pinnin' 'em and I am not hip-hop and I'm just not Eminem Subliminal thoughts, when I'm a stop sendin' 'Em, women are caught in webs, spin 'em and hock venom Adrenaline shots of penicillin could not Get the illin' to stop, amoxicillin's just not real enough The criminal cop killin' hip-hop villiana Minimal swap to cop millions of Pac listeners Your comin' with me, feel it or not you're gonna fear it Like I showed ya the spirit of God lives in us You hear it a lot lyrics to shock Is it a miracle Or am I just a product of pop fizzin' up? Fa shizzel my wizzel, this is the plot Listen up You bizzels forgot slizzel does not give a f**k My PTSD startin' to kick in, so I gotta get high Trey shot that n***a out my car, so now I gotta get low I ain't no city boy 'cause I love my b*t*h N***a, but that don't mean that I don't love my hoes N***as tried to smack me up so now I'm raising hell Don't try and dap me, lil' n***a, you are not my bro Trey shot that n***a out my car so now I gotta get low They know we bend blocks, welcome to the party Ayo, I shoulda been out I'm deadly when I pull the pin out Keep frontin', I'mma try yo' chin out I knocked a lot of men out I left 'em on the floor spittin' phlegm out It's either that or I'mma squeeze the gat and pop ten out You see Corleone, ice spinnin', jigged out, white linen And if a b*t*h don't like me she must like women Every time I come around you see your wife grinnin' Don't be mad 'cuz yo' career's in the ninth innin' It's over now, n***a, leave the game I'm from the danger zone where emcees get slain We're thugs that never hesitate to squeeze the flame We're n***as be takin' drugs just to ease the pain Hustlers flip cokey, 48 Hours like Nick Nolte When I was OT your b*t*h rode me First day home I dived in it Left her thighs dented Now that b*t*h be pagin' me every five minutes Emcees I squash and disgrace It's all about the Benjis So why your bills got Washington's face? A lot of cats be frontin' Mad singles wit' a fifty on top L tryin' to have the city on lock Peace to Biggie and Pac 'cuz they really were hot Rap game, heavy hitters, it's a shame they no longer wit' us N***as wanna be L, ladies wanna see L If I go to jail you'll wear a shirt sayin' "Free L!" What My PTSD startin' to kick in, so I gotta get high Trey shot that n***a out my car, so now I gotta get low I ain't no city boy 'cause I love my b*t*h N***a, but that don't mean that I don't love my hoes N***as tried to smack me up so now I'm raising hell Don't try and dap me, lil' n***a, you are not my bro Trey shot that n***a out my car so now I gotta get low They know we bend blocks, welcome to the party Can you picture my prophecy? Stress in the city, the cops is on top of me The projects is full of bullets, though bodies is droppin' They ain't no stoppin' me Constantly movin' while makin' millions Witnessin' killings Leavin' dead bodies in abandoned buildings Can't reach the children 'cause they're illin' Addicted to killin' and the appeal from the cap peelin' Without feelin', but will they last or be blasted? Hard headed b*st*rd Maybe he'll listen in his casket; the aftermath More bodies being buried, I'm losin' my homies in a hurry They're relocatin' to the cemetery Got me runnin', stressin', my vision's blurry The question is will I live? No one in the world loves me I'm headed for danger, don't trust strangers Put one in the chamber whenever I'm feeling this anger Don't wanna make excuses, cause this is how it is What's the use? Unless we're shootin' no one notices the youth It's just me against the world, baby My PTSD startin' to kick in, so I gotta get high Trey shot that n***a out my car, so now I gotta get low I ain't no city boy 'cause I love my b*t*h N***a, but that don't mean that I don't love my hoes N***as tried to smack me up so now I'm raising hell Don't try and dap me, lil' n***a, you are not my bro Trey shot that n***a out my car so now I gotta get low They know we bend blocks, welcome to the party N***as always talkin' hot and runnin' they mouth (They mouth) Until I kick down they door and run in they house Have they mother on the floor with the gun in her mouth Like what's that sh*t up on the 'net your son was talkin' 'bout? I put that on my son that I'ma take it there (There) 'Cause when you come from where I come from, I ain't playin fair My lil' homie die and I ain't drop a tear I just rolled a spliff and put it in the air I'm big 092, n***as know I'm Woo (Woo) I look a n***a in his face like "Who you talkin' to?" (Talkin' to) I need 25K or I ain't walkin' through I need 25K or I ain't walkin' through I spent twenty on my wrist and twenty on a chain (On a chain) I be spoiling myself so I can ease the pain (Pain) Digital dash, I be switching lanes (Lanes) I was sitting on the bench, but now I'm in the game My PTSD startin' to kick in, so I gotta get high Trey shot that n***a out my car, so now I gotta get low I ain't no city boy 'cause I love my b*t*h N***a, but that don't mean that I don't love my hoes N***as tried to smack me up so now I'm raising hell Don't try and dap me, lil' n***a, you are not my bro Trey shot that n***a out my car so now I gotta get low They know we bend blocks, welcome to the party
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