PTSD
Franchize
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Yea yea TRG TRG TRG Get what you want I gotta mask, protect me from the virus And something else, protect me from the scheming Came up in the jungle, niggas slide, jack shit Or they be triple beam dreaming There wasn't much hope but we figured it out We was coppin Now it's bigger amounts Throw some extras in stocks Even if it jus a little I'm learning to make the wealth simple T house mask on cuz it Smokey Closed curtains cuz the neighbors nosey I can't be sleeping I'm gettting them nightmares O.T. I'm bleaching been up for light years Not in the city I cannot be stuck there Helping niggas I was getting no luck there Ash Ketchum I gotta get em all Free samples they was testing the raw I fell in love with the stove Dope in the pot Macarena then I let her go I fell in love with the road I ain't be missing no plays I'm out here more then home I love it when I be a loner It just be me and my phone F*ck wit the gang you a goner I built my life off of principles And I bust it down to the decimal Snakes rats cops sirens PTSD Even bitches can line you Fake love, sneaky liars Coming up that all the shit be around you The Hunger I aint want feel again On my mama Everything we done came up in Gave us trauma You making it outta this Be the lotto You make it outta this you the man I ain't leave the city till what I came wit is finished Switch up the spot Shit be getting lil fishy Dirty money safe getting real filthy I fell in love wit the stove She introduced me to the bands I started building my phone And no hand out just foot work We came up wit the hitters pushers I love it when I be a loner On the go I ain't scared of corona I'm on the road not for show Pass to my bro give and go He gon deal wit it if I can't You ain't no what come wit this shit I be in the zone, smoke that shit till I can't Sometimes, I be done wit that bitch But I f*ck wit her, I know she feel the same I fell in love with the stove Dope in the pot Macarena white girl get me paid I fell in love with the road I ain't be missing no plays Can't be broke make no change I Love my fiends all the same But It ain't none like a booster Whipping a rooster I can't be round none fuga Im with the shooters Snakes rats cops sirens Ptsd Even bitches can line you Fake love sneaky liars Coming up that al the shit be around you Hunger I aint want feel again On my momoa Everything we came up in Gave us trauma You making it outta this That the lotto
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