Ptsd

In the T, can't change my clothes So why would I ever look back All I knew was stack and escape these roads NDO, I'll be screaming (DB) Money movements, I ain't chasing hos I got P-T-S to the D (mm), I'm asking if my man a friend or foe (Yo Jay) I still walk looking over my shoulder Jump in the Rover, stick with a pole Growing up from a jit, mans older Told her it's over, I'm chasing dough Reminisce on the path I was paving, I coulda got shaven, this ain't no joke But the Lord still got man, no, I ain't going out with a poke (DB) I've been raised in the dirtiest field Like my mind is all fucked, got devilish thoughts, still pray that I heal Ain't proud of the life that I live, got pain in my chest 'cah the shit gets real Eyes on the prize, don't say that you got me, no, you ate when I was craving a meal This bad little barbie, she cray like carti, I can't move halfy, she got no chill My tunes in the party, they saying I'm artsy, I'm spitting my pain, and slap it in drill And last time man caught me a paigon, I dust man down, tryna see blood spill I can't pick no pocket like Fagin, true, say it's blatant, I stack me a mill I switched lanes, tryna chase these Os In the T, can't change my clothes (I can't) So why would I ever look back All I knew was stack and escape these roads NDO, I'll be screaming Money movements, I ain't chasing hos I got P-T-S to the D, I'm asking if my man a friend or foe (he fake) I still walk looking over my shoulder Jump in the Rover, stick with a pole (dickhead) Growing up from a jit, mans older Told her it's over, I'm chasing dough (no) Reminisce on the path I was paving, I coulda got shaven, this ain't no joke (this ain't no joke) But the Lord still got man, no, I ain't going out with a poke All these niggas want to talk 'bout war (talk 'bout war) You ain't seen no WAPs, you talk up on snap, get sent to the store I'm like Miz Decamp and explore, we riding in two's, or riding in 4s Then we out ain't leaving no clues You ride on my bro, I'm gliding on yours (dickhead) This gal keep calling man bougie Loving my crew, she screaming, "Oh, Lord!" (yeah) She say, "This ain't nothing new", I'm grafting in stu' for P, I need more Me and gang, we sticking like glue I buck man an opp, I'm leaving him sore Now my hands all fucked, gotta keep it tucked, charge that to the core Hood past 12, when I see blue lights, no, no, I can't land in the wok Did that for the block, tryna see new life (Sorry, darling, you ain't staying the night) Gotta brush that ho, 'cah the ting too bright But the back come fat, lemme see that whine Tap that two times, then swing it to slime This pack too fat, nigga pass that light Bro, bro said show me the angle I'm tryna make Ps, and fly out the bits Graft and build me a family, I can't move slow, 'cah clock still ticks I've been stabbed in my heart on numerous times Fuck, I ain't chasing chicks I've been left in the cold, on numerous times Late pedal biking blitz (fuck them) These man couldn't talk 'bout pressure (no) I got bros at the table, said they ain't eating, now it's pepper Move smart, I'm a diligent stepper Dumb likkle yutes still ride for the leisure Bad likkle bitch, still suck for the pleasure (yeah) Can't lose focus, I've got me a treasure I switched lanes, tryna chase these Os In the T, can't change my clothes (I can't) So why would I ever look back All I knew was stack and escape these roads NDO, I'll be screaming Money movements, I ain't chasing hos I got P-T-S to the D I'm asking if my man a friend or foe (he fake) I still walk looking over my shoulder Jump in the Rover, stick with a pole (dickhead) Growing up from a jit, mans older Told her it's over, I'm chasing dough (no) Reminisce on the path I was paving I coulda got shaven, this ain't no joke (this ain't no joke) But the Lord still got man, no, I ain't going out with a poke (No, I ain't going out with a poke)