I got PTSD
I keep a Glock in my car
I set up shop in the cold
I'm tryna feed the ones home
I gotta stay on the road
I get to pack my trust
I really got it outta the mud
When these you ain't show me love
These n— keep testing my patience
I'm deep in the streets ain't got nothing to prove
Yeah, yeah
Every since a child I was wild
These n— tryna figure me out
Got n— tryna copy my style
Yeah, yeah
I was just a wild lil' child
These n— tryna figure me out
Got n— tryna copy my style
I ain't really into the social
I cannot slip on the 'net
But I told you that I'm tryna get more money
Don't really give a fuck what you rep
I'm up now, ain't up next
If it's beef i'ma send that shit right straight to your complex
Anyday I could die so I gotta go hard
And make sure that my pockets are right
Keep my Smithin, I don't wanna fight
If you run up I'm taking his life
There's too much pain, man, I can't heal
Lost Duwop, stopped eating meals
Free my brothers in them cells
I pray to God that they get bail
Nah, I'm just tryna make a mil
I got PTSD
I keep a Glock in my car
I set up shop in the cold
I'm tryna feed the ones home
I gotta stay on the road
I get to pack my trust
I really got it outta the mud
When these you ain't show me love
These niggas keep testing my patience
I'm deep in the streets ain't nothing to prove
Yeah, yeah
Every since a child I was wild
These n— tryna figure me out
Got n— tryna copy my style
Yeah, yeah
I was just a wild lil' child
These n— tryna figure me out
Got n— tryna copy my style