| D.A. |
| got that—
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| D.A. |
| got that dope
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| I turn the news on when I smell death in the air
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| I prove you wrong, I made it out of here
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| I don’t belong, I see my past everywhere
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| Don’t stand too close to me, eternal PTSD
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| I got a war zone on inside of my head
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| I made it on my own, they said I’d be in jail or dead
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| I’ve seen my brothers fall over and over again
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| Don’t stand too close to me, I got PTSD
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| I was hearing bangs like Chief Keef
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| Always yelling names that’s deceased
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| I go off my mind and my instinct (And my instinct)
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| Shootin' at the same time, we was in sync
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| On the same thing, tryna repeat (Repeat)
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| We was in them whips, right back on the enemies
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| Stuffed on my last hit, I was in the middle seat
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| Fuck it, out the sun roof, brodie got a quick release
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| And we in a car real fast from police
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| Shots fired back, but his ass in the street
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| When I bought a forty, showed Brittany and Tiffany
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| Knowing if they call, it ain’t shit they can’t get from me
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| Lot of warfare, 17, had a 50 piece
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| Flexed on niggas so you know they wanna kill a G
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| (Royalty) Posted in the hood with some Bentley keys
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| (Loyalty) Roc died, showed 'em what it really mean
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| I can’t sleep 'cause it’s a war zone in my head
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| My killers good, they know I’m hands-on with the bread
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| A million dollars ahead, I’m still angry and seeing red
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| How the fuck I’m 'posed to have fun? |
| All my niggas dead
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| I turn the news on when I smell death in the air
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| I prove you wrong, I made it out of here
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| I don’t belong, I see my past everywhere
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| Don’t stand too close to me, eternal PTSD
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| I got a war zone on inside of my head
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| I made it on my own, they said I’d be in jail or dead
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| I’ve seen my brothers fall over and over again (Hunh)
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| Don’t stand too close to me (Igh), I got PTSD
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| Used to run home from the train stop (Yeah)
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| Running so fast, dodging raindrops
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| 'Member got robbed at the park once (Yeah)
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| 'Member thinking that that bitch probably ain’t cocked (Yeah)
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| 'Member I was with my mama one time
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| Seen a nigga through the glass, hit a nigga with a bankshot (Bow)
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| Point-blank, head hanging off his tank top (Woo)
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| Walked off, we drove off, went to GameStop (Skrrt)
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| Quiet ride there, picked up San Andreas (Hunh)
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| Certain things we ain’t talk about, mama, we just prayed off
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| We seen it all, don’t get involved
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| Carry the weight of the world like a shawl (Yeah)
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| Conceal and revealing to people in court
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| I still can feel it, I know that the world is evil, in case you thought a nigga
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| forgot it
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| When my homie was bleeding out, another homie went in his pockets (Tsk)
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| Please do not run up on me, not even as fans
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| Niggas get fanned down on the Dan Ryan
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| I’m flying, I’m scary as hell, I need me a Xan (Igh)
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| The days seem longer as life gets shorter
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| We know sex, drugs, money, all in that order
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| Ain’t no structure, no peace, we’ve lost our order
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| Leaving me with anxiety, fucking up my sobriety (Lil Uzi Vert, yeah)
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| It’s a war zone laying inside my head
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| I still think about all my niggas that’s dead
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| I’m too paranoid, yeah, I know you heard what I said
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| I’m too paranoid, I make sure all my opps, they bled (Woah)
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| Draining all my energy, no, I cannot sleep, uh-huh
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| I’m affected by the streets, no appetite, I can’t eat
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| I only see red when I see, I think it’s my PTSD (Damn)
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| I think it’s my PTSD (Woah), I think it’s my PTSD, yeah (Woah)
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| I turn the news on when I smell death in the air |