PTSD

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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 war zone 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 (And my instinct)

Shootin' at the same time, we was in sync

On the same thing, tryna repeat (Repeat)

We was in them whips, right back on the enemies

Stuffed on my last hit, I was in the middle seat

F*ck it, out the sun roof, brodie got a quick release

And we in a car real fast from police

Shots fired back, but his ass in the street

When I bought a forty, showed Brittany and Tiffany

Knowing if they call, it ain't sh*t they can't get from me

Lot of warfare, 17, had a 50 piece

Flexed on n*ggas 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 war zone 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 f*ck I'm 'posed to have fun? All my n*ggas 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 war zone 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 (Hunh)

Don't stand too close to me (Igh), I got PTSD

Used to run home from the train stop (Yeah)

Running so fast, dodging raindrops

'Member got robbed at the park once (Yeah)

'Member thinking that that b*tch probably ain't cocked (Yeah)

'Member I was with my mama one time

Seen a n*gga through the glass hit a n*gga with a bankshot (Bow)

Point-blank, head hanging off his tank top (Woo)

Walked off, we drove off, went to GameStop (Skrrt)

Quiet ride there, picked up San Andreas (Hunh)

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 (Yeah)

Conceal and revealing to people in court

I still can feel it, I know that the world is evil in case you thought a n*gga forgot it

When my homie was bleeding out, another homie went in his pockets (Tsk)

Please do not run up on me, not even as fans, n*ggas get fanned

Down on the Dan Ryan I'm flying, I'm scary as hell, I need me a Xan (Igh)

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, f*cking up my sobriety (Lil Uzi Vert, yeah)

It's a war zone laying inside my head

I still think about all my n*ggas 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 (Woah)

Draining all my energy, no, I cannot 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 (Damn)

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