P.T.S.D

I'm on my grind don't be waisting my time
Pops told me time is money I ain't spending a dime
Im Talking to the Lord daily and he send me a sign
I ain't all up in your business so just stay outta

uggh

Okay I'm Really trying to change
And at the same time
I'm finna do the same thing
Spit same ol rhyme
His mama taught him how to pray but he gotta grow his faith
And it don't help with teachers on his back and shawties in his face

How he supposed to get a scholarship
He really need some food
When that hunger pain hit you
You ain't in the learning mood

He just all up in the school
With the tool
Tryna be cool shit
Music on his phone
Itunes he playing new shit

Changing how he move shit
now he got beef
He putting food on his table cuz he feeding the streets

He flipping too
Told his homie he gon come up off a scooter
Think he's helping them right now but he gon hurt his families future

Cuz that pride come before the downfall this shit is deep
He lost his brother to this life
Man ain't no love in the streets
His sister date a nigga like him thats her husband to be
His mama sick of all these curses she got PTSD

Damn

Leave me lone I be

gone on my own Wit da
In my zone when I'm
In my Post traumatic zone

Leave me alone
I be gone
On my own
Feel at home
In my post traumatic zone

Leave me alone
If you don't understand my struggle
Then don't blowing up my phone

Aye

Can't wait now got too much on my plate now
Keep watch where I stay now shit real can't play round
Fell asleep to them gun sounds cops & ambulance inbound
Crime was up felt pinned down
Lives lost can't be found
I still had to find my way
I still remember them days
Ants crawling through the microwave
Rockin hand-me-downs every day
Niggas pressing me like where you stay
if you from where I'm from you prepared for this shit like every day
Chest out look at em straight
Stand stall can't hesitate
Step back chuck yo hood up
Been wit it can't freeze up
Nowadays I want peace cuh
That lifestyle ain't free huh
Your freedom is the fee bruh
They wanna ride on the other side I had to bounce Big Freedia

All I want is the pay
I'ma have better days
Make it happen any way
Stay on it can't stray
Get rich eight ways hell yeah that's the play
'I mean the shit that I say
See the look on my face

Leave me lone I be

gone on my own Wit da
In my zone when I'm
In my Post traumatic zone

Leave me alone
I be gone
On my own
Feel at home
In my post traumatic zone

Leave me alone
If you don't understand my struggle
Then don't blowing up my phone

Leave me alone
I be gone
On my own
Feel at home
In my post traumatic zone

Leave me alone
If you don't understand my struggle
Then don't blowing up my phone

Aye

IF you don't understand my struggle

If you don't understand myself struggle

Feel the tension rise with the temperature
Summer shootouts leave you holy death is secular
Cause it comes for all no matter who you are
Paranoid if I'm next I got mental scars
Gotta watch like you deep in these streets

Checking over shoulder like who looking for me
Paranoid all the time staying close to the heat
Uhh
cuz Where I'm from we got PTSD
Some from the streets plenty niggas sleep
Others from the struggle of looking some to eat
Praying for the ones who needing a place to sleep
Pain all in my mind and this music is my peace

I release on the beat
I'm just trying to set them free lawd

I'm just trying to set them free lord

I'm just trying to set them free

Niggas got PTSD