I’m on my grind, don’t be waisting my time
Pops told me time is money I ain’t spending a dime
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 still finna say the same shit, 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, itunеs... he playing new shit
Changing how he movе shit, now he got beef
He putting food on his table cuz he feeding the streets
He flipping to, the old his mans he finna 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
Wit da
In my zone
Wit da
In my Post traumatic zone
Leave me alone
I be gone
On my own
Feel at home
In my post traumatic zone
Ayee
Leave me alone
If you don’t understand my struggle
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, rocking 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 your hood up, been with 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’mma 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
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
Damn, 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 get them free lawd
I’m just trying to get them free lord
I’m just trying to get us free
Niggas got PTSD
Pops told me time is money I ain’t spending a dime
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 still finna say the same shit, 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, itunеs... he playing new shit
Changing how he movе shit, now he got beef
He putting food on his table cuz he feeding the streets
He flipping to, the old his mans he finna 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
Wit da
In my zone
Wit da
In my Post traumatic zone
Leave me alone
I be gone
On my own
Feel at home
In my post traumatic zone
Ayee
Leave me alone
If you don’t understand my struggle
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, rocking 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 your hood up, been with 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’mma 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
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
Damn, 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 get them free lawd
I’m just trying to get them free lord
I’m just trying to get us free
Niggas got PTSD
( Aundre' Raashad, Levi Heron )
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