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PTSD

by KingBoomie

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Take my hand, and say hello Buckroll Take my hand, and say hello It was a couple of summers ago when I was so hungry and broke Somehow I fumbled the play and Started to play with the coke Certain situations niggas getting Complacent High alert ain't flashing, so they can't Sense danger My alerts keep flashing, they say we Feeling your pain, bruh Fine day was a hit, but niggas don't Play strangers Running this money up, so no, I Don't have patience Money talk, bullwalk, so we decline Their exchanges When it's a sit, put they face in the Pavement When it's a lick, take they loved ones Straight to the basement We ain't come here for no shits and Giggles What's the code to the safe Or get this 4-5 straight to your face You best believe that, them Benjamins, I need that Like niggas driving with they seat Back Constantly telling you pass the weed Back Feedback niggas been giving me is Incredible But this past year, my grandma T Turned vegetable I'm praying to you now, cause I'm Searching for a better way G-Ma, if I die, I pray I see you at Them heaven gates Lord knows I got a couple niggas at The crossroads Lost souls stuck inside them prisons Who I pray for Break mode, we can do better Because we say so Death is in the power of the tongue, Need I say more Tomorrow's not promised today, Neither is payroll Bankrolls, trying to get it in like a Keyhole Street's cold, nigga, I adapt like Somebody turn the heat on This really ain't the street you wanna Beef on Let alone be on, drive by, he gone Picture me, number one on Billboard When this release Hunnit p, how you set the table Without The centerpiece Mention me and how the rap game Has a missing piece Feature me and watch record sales Rapidly increase Fuck with me, I'm all about M-O-N-N-E Y When Junior died, I ain't find out for Fucking weeks Had me in that zone, I think I Spazzed for a fucking week Nigga tried to bully me in school, I Had to break his teeth Even to this day, that silly nigga still Missing three Every time he smile in the mirror, he Gotta think of me Moral of the story is, nigga, I'm a Fucking G Made my first hundred thousand by The age of 23 Nigga, I'm from New York City of Poughkeepsie Shout out to my family cause I know That they believe in me Mama, I'ma move you to them hills, That's a guarantee The competition, never wish jail on The opposition In addition, never sell your soul for Some recognition Intuition, used to your advantage and Really listen Ambition, that's really all you need For your expedition Transition, anytime you yearning for That new position You can get it, all you gotta do is put Your soul in it Pray to God and roll with it like, Amen I did recon in the field, where them Demons was real 2011, OEF, hot as a oven Asked niggas in my BCT how much I Was bugging Arrested by the MPs for fighting and Hustling Overseas, tryna find a remedy To erase my memories from my 249 Bussin If they spot him, I got him 200 round drum in this chopper Had insurgents on they knees, nigga, Praying to Allah Elohim, shit I had many dreams turn Nightmares Waking up in cold sweats, nobody Right there Thousand yards stare when you look In my eyes, nigga Catch you unaware, it'll be a surprise, Nigga Always on alert, can't let them put Me on a shirt Seeing life for what it's worth, like a Mother giving birth 2014, God was looking over me I didn't see them cars at all that was Crashed in front of me Doing 90 on the I-10, speed demon Back then My jaw dropped, body froze I was shell-shocked, I'm dead, that's All I could think But before I could blink, 12 asked did I indulge in a drink I had a minor concussion, that shit Was little to nothing Cause when you wrapped in the Blood, you know the devil will want You Warrior at his finest, I shine like Jacob Diamonds Every punchline hit like a Mayweather combo I'm a new Lamborghini racing a old Silverado I'm invested in cookies, I like to puff On gelato While I'm bumping that khaza in the New Monte Carlo I sing loud, never swing low Black clouds surround my life like an Eagle Still got switches on them glocks like It's legal I put my life on the line for my People I sing loud, never swing low Black clouds surround my life like an Eagle Still got switches on them glocks like It's legal I put my life on the line for my People I put my life on the line for my People

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