Thug P.T.S.D.

Lyrics

[Hook: Choirboy] That's just life dealing with the highs and lows Bumpy roads no control how this life just make ya wanna run away [Verse 1: Pepperboy] The pieces to the puzzle seem always missing make a nigga give up like he didn't listen Real talk - I was on the edge I sold a little dope but didn't go unfed Slap ya hands for me - a nigga got right No more selling rocks hanging out all night Gotta focus now I'm on these beats I rap about it my name known in the streets Pepperboy Please say it loud roll a blunt up appreciate my style Born on the blocc we get it from the start got a purple heart when niggas shot me in the dark 38 yeah I felt that sting Hot bullet in my stomach oh the pain it bring Still feel it - I got that P.T.S We strive hard hard and hustle to do our best [Hook] [Verse 2: Ouija Macc] Why you watching me Ain't nobody robbing me I swam through the belly of the beast made them vomit me Five slugs in me with the fiends straight watching me Give into death and I ain't let a single cop talk to me The OG's told me little woadie never switch without your honor they gon' fucc you like a bitch What the fucc is white privilege to a cracka from the hood muddafucka we ain't interested I'm riding on a drone - riding on a drone Polo sport cologne get Obama on the phone and I fly over the gutter all I see is murder Swerve up to suburbia they barbecuing burgers Man I grew up round some crib gang pimps and curb servers then the sixth grade came we was already burglars But tribulations put me on a different path (?) so none of that fucc shit that I'm with so you can kiss my cracker ass [Hook] [Verse 3: Choir Boy] Woke up in the hood but I grew up in the sticks though Piss poor little muddafuckka acting 6'4 Slicker than some crisco poppin' shit like pistols Couple crackers doing it but none of them like this though Never put a homie on a stacc like that If you really knew me wouldn't act like that Just a cat that rap with a pacc that clap never acctin blacc you can tracc that bacc Bad muddafuckka grew round hicks and truckas leave yo ass in them crutches who the fucc wanna judge us This (?) Before there was a rapper Drake (?) Before I knew how to skate them guns was pointed at my face Momma said that there'd be days like this I don't know why the lord would put me in a place like this How the fucc am I suppose to feed and raise my kids around this maze that I'm in and I'm amazed I did The tribulations made me who I is fam first and the rest of you can chew my kiss [Hook]