PTSD

Studied this shit that's how I know buddy a bitch
He putty this shit, get bloodier
Niggas get money and switch, he ain't come for this shit
He ain't covered just 'cause yo' buddy is
My boy covered with clips, he'll cut him and dip
I'm subtle but still gon' cover him
Caught my plug on a lick
We can stuff yo' cut in his shit but we ain't gon' cut him in

I'm in mechanicsville where da mechanics live
Bruh got that cannon filled and he know how to film
All my abandonment made me connect with the savages
Met my connect now I'm having it
I got to have a lil' glock I'm in Adamsville
Last time I seen him my patna was after him
Don't know what happen and no I'm not askin him
Niggas ahead of it, don't won't no happy meal

Swear to God
I can tell by his eyes he ain't scared of God
I can tell the whole time it was hella flawed
I can tell he was frightened but played it off
I can tell da whole 9 to meet at ya job
I can tell what 'em time to be at the club
I was careful designing the execution
No electrocution, I know they was shocked
I can walk through the fire, was swore to drop
Everybody outside gotta carry Glocks
And some Angels don't want what you better drop
'Cause they get in there tall and then peck you hot

I was raised in the jungle like George and Lenon
George annoyed, they come to po-poy, it can't get gory
I got a lot of recorded scary stories
I got a-

Who the fuck is he, bruh? He don't live on my street (bruh)
I know he's sweet, bruh, nigga 'round here gotta eat, bruh
Sweat in yoru sleep from PTSD, huh
PTSD, huh, PTSD, huh

Studied this shit that's how I know buddy a bitch
He putty this shit, get bloodier
Niggas get money and switch, he ain't come for this shit
He ain't covered just 'cause yo' buddy is
My boy covered with clips, he'll cut him and dip
I'm subtle but still gon' cover him
Caught my plug on a lick
We can stuff yo' cut in his shit but we ain't gon' cut him in

I hate this shit, niggas