PTSD (Demo 1)

[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 on 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 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 sun roof, 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 forty, showed Brittany and Tiffany Knowing if they call, it ain't shit they can't get from me Lot of warfare, 17, had a 50 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 seeing red How the fuck I'm 'posed to have fun? All my niggas dead [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 on 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 2: G Herbo] Everything going wrong, .45 chrome when I'm goin' home (Ayy) In a war zone, but this shit we fightin' for bigger than we really on Know what's going on Everybody teenagers, we goin' strong Feel like J Dog, had the worst goin' on Middle child, always really see the most We ain't never find no murders, lil' bro the first gone alone Lil Wayne fight for, say he comin' home My nigga Frank got life plus twenty body chillin' He just wanna hear somebody that love him on the phone Shit'll never be the same, boy, Max gone Wanna show us some Herbo, put the tags on (Put the tags) My lil' shooters outside with them racks on Been at war and been back, with black out with them straps I don't know no-no opps, and that's facts though Told lil' brodie get this lil' chrome and to keep it on When a real nigga would've never known Lil' [?] really was my sins ay, when's he died in his prime, 16 but he was hella grown We was shootin' shit up since some lil' boys like I'm Dennis, boy I don't ask block when the eleven on We ain't need to start playin' with them Glocks Only let off six shots, oh, now you have the seventh though [Bridge: Juice WRLD] 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 [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 on 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