PTSD

Lyrics

[Verse 1: Silas] In the cut, homie never gave a fuck Seventeen, rollin' blunts, bumpin' three-6, missing lunch They stab my cousin in the gut, mommas crying, bullets dumped Out the window of my favorite ride Homicide, spent in Gaithersburg Bitches snappin' like they terrapins, lookin' so arrogant Looking at my favorite rapper, want to be there with him Tired of being down and out Money in drought, look at my bank account They jump every time I'm walking now You know I look around PTSD, fucking with me, I ain't need a crib Fuck a GED, my momma need to eat We smoke all up in the streets Now I really think, money trees Just like EBT, they was stressing everyday 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 [Verse 2: Logic] 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 10 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 Shit is over, shit 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 fuck 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 Fuck around, we blow your brains out Leave your body in the trunk My mentality was fucked, '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?, pippen with no cane Yes I jump up on the track and me and Silas run a train Fuck 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 fuck they say I'm always me and no-one else, yah