PTSD

Pops told me Get rich or die trying Forever that's the plan Aye chill wit that lil boy shit Upgraded to the man Hustle hard everyday Can't be reaching out ya hand Ik it's lonely in that box Told Chokey call me when you can Ain't the hating type Go Ask about me Pray we all win Got my daughter super spoiled She can't even count to 10 Bank account it's in her name First deposit dropped a 10 She can't even drive When she can Pull up latest Benz Really tryna get my shit together Crying deep inside Reminiscing Damn I shoulda wrote back all them letters Phone call my brother gone Sometimes I wish I never answered Name forever solid in these streets Youn need no lecture Rat ain't in my bloodline But all ik is get that cheddar Woman of my dreams don't get no sleep I probably never met her Riding till the tank on E bout ya Aye girl just press the pedal Look in my eyes And you might see the devil Fighting demons I can't go to sleep at night How we making love before we sleep Wake up and we fight You think I'm catching up With different hoes To busy catching flights I'm paranoid I think them folks behind me Slow down busy a right Wish I coulda told lil bruh Aye slow it down you moving fast But he was hoppin In them cars Chasin em down with out no mask Got some folk depend on me I can't let em see me crash But if you speak on Getoff name On my lil brudda that's yo ass Lost the 2 niggas I love the most That shit hurt fr On the road to riches flying Telling Jesus take the wheel Never put yo all into a bitch That shit a get you killed Miss them days at granny house Wit all my cousins at the crib Pops told me Get rich or die trying Forever that's the plan Aye chill wit that lil boy shit Upgraded to the man Hustle hard everyday Can't be reaching out ya hand Ik it's lonely in that box Told Chokey call me when you can