PTSD

[Intro] D.A. got that— D.A. got that dope [Chorus: Juice WRLD] I turn the news on when I smell death in the air I prove you wrong, I made it out of here I don't belong, I see my past everywhere Don't stand too close to me, eternal PTSD I got a war zone inside of my head I made it on my own, they said I'd be in jail or dead I've seen my brothers fall over and over again Don't stand too close to me, I got PTSD [Verse 1: G Herbo] I was hearing bangs like Chief Keef Always yelling names that's deceased I go off my mind and my instinct (And my instinct) Shootin' at the same time, we was in sync (Bah) On the same thing, tryna repeat (Repeat) We was in them whips, right back on the enemies Stuffed on my last hit, I was in the middle seat Fuck it, out the sunroof, brodie got a quick release And we in a car real fast from police Shots fired back, but his ass in the street When I bought a 40, showed Brittany and Tiffany Knowing if they call, it ain't shit they can't get from me Lot of warfare, seventeen, had a fifty-piece Flexed on niggas, so you know they wanna kill a G Royalty, posted in the hood with some Bentley keys Loyalty, Roc died, showed 'em what it really mean I can't sleep 'cause it's a war zone in my head My killers good, they know I'm hands-on with the bread A million dollars ahead, I'm still angry and I'm seein' red How the fuck I'm 'posed to have fun? All my niggas dead [Chorus: Juice WRLD & Chance the Rapper] I turn the news on when I smell death in the air I prove you wrong, I made it out of here I don't belong, I see my past everywhere Don't stand too close to me, eternal PTSD I got a war zone inside of my head I made it on my own, they said I'd be in jail or dead I've seen my brothers fall over and over again (Huh) Don't stand too close to me (Uh), I got PTSD [Verse 2: Chance the Rapper] Used to run home from the train stop (Yeah) Running so fast, dodging raindrops 'Member got robbed at the park once (Yeah) 'Member thinking that that bitch probably ain't cocked (Yeah) 'Member I was with my mama one time Seen a nigga through the glass, hit a nigga with a bank shot (Baow) Point-blank, head hanging off his tank top (Woo) Walked off, we drove off, went to GameStop (Skrrt) Quiet ride there, picked up San Andreas (Huh) Certain things we ain't talk about, mama, we just prayed off We seen it all, don't get involved Carry the weight of the world like a shawl (Yeah) Conceal and reveal it to people in court I still can feel it, I know that the world is evil, in case you thought a nigga forgot it When my homie was bleeding out, another homie went in his pockets Please do not run up on me, not even as fans Niggas get fanned down on the Dan Ryan I'm flying, I'm scary as hell, I need me a Xan (Igh) [Bridge: Juice WRLD & Lil Uzi Vert] The days seem longer as life gets shorter We know sex, drugs, money, all in that order Ain't no structure, no peace, we've lost our order Leaving me with anxiety, fucking up my sobriety (Lil Uzi Vert, yeah) [Verse 3: Lil Uzi Vert] It's a war zone laying inside my head I still think about all my niggas that's dead I'm too paranoid, yeah, I know you heard what I said I'm too paranoid, I make sure all my opps, they bled (Woah) Draining all my energy, no, I cannot sleep, uh-huh I'm affected by the streets, no appetite, I can't eat I only see red when I see, I think it's my PTSD (Damn) I think it's my PTSD (Woah), I think it's my PTSD, yeah (Woah) [Outro: Juice WRLD] I turn the news on when I smell death in the air