PTSD

And even when it all falls down, they wonder Yeah, and I wonder where they are While I'm here on the street side of it And even when it all falls down, they wonder Yeah, and I wonder where they are While I'm here on the street side of it PTSD from trials and tribulations My heart bleeds pain and I don't know how to take it F*ck, I don't know how I made it Trust goes every time that I gave it Love lost, I gave my soul to the pavement But the streets don't love you like you love 'em Pressure cooker, beef in the oven Weapon on me, beat it like percussion Everybody gang 'til the burner bangs Everybody fam until they murder man And now it's time to ride, nobody by your side It's just you against the world, nobody else in sight It's so lonely, where's your homies, where's the ones you love? Where's the ones that say they love you? How's it only us? Where's the ones that say they got you? How they holding up? Mama crying tears, she lost her only son Mama crying tears, she ain't the only one I wipe my tears while I'm holding on this loaded gun Rolling, hoping I can find a hole-in-one Man, I'm holding grudges, I ain't holding on Daughter looking at me unhappy 'cause she knows suttin wrong I tuck her into bed and kiss her head before I'm gone I'm stuck up in this mess, all in my head, just feeling lost I'm living on the edge between a box and a box, it's nuts It's like I'm living on the edge Look Successful on the surface, struggling inside Phone on DND, it keep fucking up my vibe Two hands, wash the face, rinse the blood that's in my eyes Keep this pistol on my waist, added something to my stride I had detox with Yuri 'fore the SWAT kilt him Sold dope at fourteen, that's how the block built him In real life, my life a movie, you can stop filming I put my soul over these beats, how could you not feel 'em? Looking at this rap shit like I don't think it's panning out Even if I stop, bitches fronting me, just fanning out Build your opportunity 'cause no one finna hand it out As soon as you get lit, they gon' try to blow your candle out Sometimes I just be riding, drinking, zoning by myself Lonely talking to my bros in the clouds 'cause no one else Sometimes I just be riding, drinking, zoning by myself Lonely, talking to my bros dead and gone 'cause no one else know me Perc' Fives in my bloodstreeam, reposado wash it down This the underworld gotta be careful who you talk around My bro caught a body of the Xans swingin' hawks around And every time I bump into his mother it be awkward now Gotta keep it peace wit' me but I'm not a pacifist Crazy how that trappin' shit is safer than this rappin' shit Brodie in the max payin' twenty for a half a spliff Slidin' with the mob and all I think about is wackin' shit, it's fucked up And even when it all falls down, they wonder Yeah, and I wonder where they are While I'm here on the street side of it