PTSD

Want me to come back and I ain’t hardly leave

PTSD so I move cautiously

Money up, don’t sleep, work constantly

They want me to stop but I’m in my bag unfortunately

I’m tryna find myself, the coochie tryna find me

If my dogs need me I’ll be there in a heartbeat

Gotta watch myself ‘cause satan out he on the streets

At my door when I’m at my worse and I’m feeling weak

I gotta fight the temptation, knowing damn well it’s dangerous but I like the sensation

Feeling bad today? It might feel better with the right medication

I should try meditation or call up someone with the same problеm have a nice conversation

Want mе to come back and I ain’t hardly leave

PTSD so I move cautiously

Money up, don’t sleep, work constantly

They want me to stop but I’m in my bag unfortunately

I got the key to the streets

They don’t want me in the game because my hands be winning so read em and weep

I can turn nothing to hundred mill just have Erin bring up the beat

Might go to Eleven and blow twenty thousand like fuck it don’t need a receipt

I tell her don’t ask me if I like her outfit because im gonna keep it a g

Man this shit easy and breezy

I’m with the freak of the week

She doing snow think she Jeezy

I got Celine on my feet

It feel like the game is on easy

She know it ain’t a thing I don’t reach

Fucked me and became an elite

Want me to come back and I ain’t hardly leave

PTSD so I move cautiously

Money up, don’t sleep, work constantly

They want me to stop but I’m in my bag unfortunately