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