Ptsd (feat. Quezzo)
Rico Sutso
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I'm tryna figure my way out For all them days when I was sitting at home lonely I remember them stakeouts When we was laying on yo crib tryna dome shit Now every time I see yo face I turn my nose up Cause you was faking like a gangster but you froze up Got in that jam and felt that pressure den you told something It ain't my fault that you a hoe that's how you rose up yeah yeah Jumped off the porch when I was young I ain't know how to act First started trapping it was crack it wasn't no powder packs Made my shit double still a fumble wondering how is that Got niggas dead now them some losses that I can't get back Used to be rude up in school ain't have no love for bitches Cause I had holes up in my shoes that came from jumping fences I had to work hard cause I knew they wasn't gone give it to me Cause if they was they woulda did it when I said something I lost to many niggas to that pistol And can't forget about my niggas that's stuck in the system I had to learn life is a door and they walk out and in it So most the niggas I grew up with they is not my niggas And the ones that's still left boy that's my gang gang And ain't no infiltrating the circle or it's bang bang Grew up round nothing but killers so it's the same thang Better keep a weapon in my section we let brains hang I'm tryna figure my way out For all them days when I was sitting at home lonely I remember them stakeouts When we was laying on yo crib tryna dome shit Now every time I see yo face I turn my nose up Cause you was faking like a gangster but you froze up Got in that jam and felt that pressure den you told something It ain't my fault that you a hoe that's how you rose up yeah yeah Niggas be speaking on the gang and they don't know us Been in that room so many times and never told nothing This big 45 up on my side know it's gone fold something Early morning everyday you know we road running Pull down and leave a nigga brains on the dashboard For all that talking and that dissing bitch you asked for it I was down bad up on my ass I ain't wanna ask for it Now I get flyer den a bitch like I got a passport I got my sack up these bitches they attack us These niggas actors they claiming they gone wack us But I stay strapped and I shoot like the raptors Been through some shit that knocked me down but I got back up See what you know bout long nights in them trenches I can't get no sleep to busy running to them Benji's Jiggas in my system I'm on point just like a pencil Mama always told me stay consistent you gone get it Every day I'm on a mission I'm tryna figure my way out For all them days when I was sitting at home lonely I remember them stakeouts When we was laying on yo crib tryna dome shit Now every time I see yo face I turn my nose up Cause you was faking like a gangster but you froze up Got in that jam and felt that pressure den you told something It ain't my fault that you a hoe that's how you rose up yeah yeah
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