CORRECTAR LA LETRA
Letra : PTSD*i
In the cut
Homie never gave a f**k
17 rollin' blunts
Bumpin' Three 6 missing lunch
They stabbed my cousin in the gut
Mamas crying, bullets dumped
Out the window of my favorite ride
Homicide, smellin' Gaithersburg
b*t*hes snapping like they terrapin
Lookin' so arrogant
Looking at my favorite rapper wanna be there with him
Tired of being down and out
Money in the drought
Look at my bank account
They jump me every time I'm walking
Now you know I look around
PTSD, f**kin' with me
I ain't leave the crib, f**k a GED
My mama needed E
We smoke all up in the streets
Now I really think, Money Trees
Just like EBT, they was stressing every day
But still got on Louis V
Drown my sorrows with this beat
Now I see, hella shells burn all up in my sleep
What you mean, life been hella mean
Had me praying on my knees for moments they ain't even believe
They ain't even believe
Uh, open my book rip it up with the pen
Then open my mind and get at it again
I really do not know where to begin
My mind is always on my kin
My creativity on ten
Was never raised with silver spoon
But my mental state make it bend
What do you mean, now come again
Out of this world like fourth dimen
So much more than mortal men
sh*t is over, sh*t is fin
I'm in the booth like I have sinned
I'm living it up, I'm living my life, I don't give a f**k
When I was 16 I got snap, PTSD left me corrupt
I didn't leave the house until I hit the west coast like Kurupt
Boy what's up
.45 on tuck, shawty in the truck
f**k around we blow your brains out
Leave your body in the trunk
My mentality was f**ked
Cause I was stuck, cause I was damned
And I just wanted to be the man
Now I am, yes I am
Cause I was myself
But the price to pay was mental health
Ego on the shelf
Never be afraid to ask for help
And no matter what people say when they do it, remain yourself
Uh
What's my name, what's my game
Pimpin' with no cane
Yes I jump up on the track
And me and Silas run a train
f**k the fame, just me and my gang
Me and my gang
I release music, why?
Cause it, release the pain
I release a track it release serotonin in my brain
Feeling godly, music for the whip
Car tunes, fairly oddly, It's Bobby
Being me and no-one else
No matter what the f**k they say I'm always me and no-one else, yah
Homie never gave a f**k
17 rollin' blunts
Bumpin' Three 6 missing lunch
They stabbed my cousin in the gut
Mamas crying, bullets dumped
Out the window of my favorite ride
Homicide, smellin' Gaithersburg
b*t*hes snapping like they terrapin
Lookin' so arrogant
Looking at my favorite rapper wanna be there with him
Tired of being down and out
Money in the drought
Look at my bank account
They jump me every time I'm walking
Now you know I look around
PTSD, f**kin' with me
I ain't leave the crib, f**k a GED
My mama needed E
We smoke all up in the streets
Now I really think, Money Trees
Just like EBT, they was stressing every day
But still got on Louis V
Drown my sorrows with this beat
Now I see, hella shells burn all up in my sleep
What you mean, life been hella mean
Had me praying on my knees for moments they ain't even believe
They ain't even believe
Uh, open my book rip it up with the pen
Then open my mind and get at it again
I really do not know where to begin
My mind is always on my kin
My creativity on ten
Was never raised with silver spoon
But my mental state make it bend
What do you mean, now come again
Out of this world like fourth dimen
So much more than mortal men
sh*t is over, sh*t is fin
I'm in the booth like I have sinned
I'm living it up, I'm living my life, I don't give a f**k
When I was 16 I got snap, PTSD left me corrupt
I didn't leave the house until I hit the west coast like Kurupt
Boy what's up
.45 on tuck, shawty in the truck
f**k around we blow your brains out
Leave your body in the trunk
My mentality was f**ked
Cause I was stuck, cause I was damned
And I just wanted to be the man
Now I am, yes I am
Cause I was myself
But the price to pay was mental health
Ego on the shelf
Never be afraid to ask for help
And no matter what people say when they do it, remain yourself
Uh
What's my name, what's my game
Pimpin' with no cane
Yes I jump up on the track
And me and Silas run a train
f**k the fame, just me and my gang
Me and my gang
I release music, why?
Cause it, release the pain
I release a track it release serotonin in my brain
Feeling godly, music for the whip
Car tunes, fairly oddly, It's Bobby
Being me and no-one else
No matter what the f**k they say I'm always me and no-one else, yah
