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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 Dot on the head of his only daughter Then I dunk her head in that holy water N***as shootin', we gon' shoot back Sittin' at the table like Tha Carter 5 They know I'ma do you, aimin' for medulla Cooler than a cooler, shooter with a shooter AK on my shoulder like I'm Malcolm X 'Caus? I ain't goin' out like I'm Martin Luther N***a, open up th? door, n***a, I know you home It's a hundred Crip n***as standing on your lawn Give up that cheese, give that Provolone And I ain't talkin' on the phone 'cause I ain't playin' with 'em I got a K for the cuz if he hit you If I call Nappy Blue, he come and get you Call Dread, that's the new Tom Brady 'Cause he be sendin' shots like it's missile 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 up, 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 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 'Cause when you come from where I come, 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 I look a n***a in his face like, "Who you 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 I be spoiling myself so I can ease the pain Digital dash, I be switching 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 up, 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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