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letra de ptsd - uptwndb

[verse 1]
i’ve been raised in the dirtiest field
like my mind is all f-cked, got devilish thoughts, still pray that i heal
ain’t proud of the life that i live, got pain in my chest ’cah the sh-t gets real
eyes on the prize, don’t say that you got me, no, you ate when i was craving a meal
this bad little barbie, she cray like carti, i can’t move halfy, she got no chill
my tunes in the party, they saying i’m artsy, i’m spitting my pain, and slap it in drill
and last time man caught me a paigon, i dust man down, tryna see blood spill
i can’t pick no pocket like f-gin, true, say it’s blatant, i stack me a mill

[hook]
i switched lanes, tryna chase these os
in the t, can’t change my clothes (i can’t)
so why would i ever look back
all i knew was stack and escape these roads
ndo, i’ll be screaming
money movements, i ain’t chasing hoes
i got p-t-s to the d
i’m asking if my man a friend or foe (he fake)
i still walk looking over my shoulder
jump in the rover, stick with a pole (d-ckhead)
growing up from a jit, mans older
told her it’s over, i’m chasing dough (no)
reminiscence on the path i was paving, i coulda got shaven, this ain’t no joke (this ain’t no joke)
but the lord still got man, no, i ain’t going out with a poke
[verse 2]
all these n-ggas want to talk ’bout war (talk ’bout war)
you ain’t seen no waps, you talk up on snap, get sent to the store
i’m like miz decamp and explore, we riding in 2s, or riding in 4s
then we out ain’t leaving no clues, you ride on my bro, i’m gliding on yours (d-ckhead)
this gal keep calling man bougie, loving my crew, she screaming oh lord (yeah)
she say this ain’t nothing new, i’m grafting in stu’, for p i need more
me and gang we sticking like glue, i buck man an opp, i’m leaving him sore
now my hands all f-cked, gotta keep it tucked, charge that to the core
hood past 12, when i see blue lights, no, no, i can’t land in the wok
did that for the block, tryna see new life
(sorry darling you ain’t staying the night)
gotta brush that hoe, ‘cah the ting too bright
but the back come fat, lemme see that whine
tap that two times, then swing it to slime
this pack too fat, n-gga pass that light
bro, bro said show me the angle, i’m tryna make ps, and fly out the bits
graft and build me a family, i can’t move slow, ‘cah clock still ticks
i’ve been stabbed in my heart, on numerous times, f-ck i ain’t chasing chicks
i’ve been left in the cold, on numerous times, late pedal biking blitz (f-ck them)
these man couldn’t talk ’bout pressure (no)
i got bros at the table, said they ain’t eating, now it’s pepper
move smart, i’m a diligent stepper, dumb likkle yutes still ride for the leisure
bad likkle b-tch, still suck for the pleasure (yeah)
can’t lose focus, i’ve got me a treasure
[hook]
i switched lanes, tryna chase these os
in the t, can’t change my clothes (i can’t)
so why would i ever look back
all i knew was stack and escape these roads
ndo, i’ll be screaming
money movements, i ain’t chasing hoes
i got p-t-s to the d
i’m asking if my man a friend or foe (he fake)
i still walk looking over my shoulder
jump in the rover, stick with a pole (d-ckhead)
growing up from a jit, mans older
told her it’s over, i’m chasing dough (no)
reminiscence on the path i was paving, i coulda got shaven, this ain’t no joke (this ain’t no joke)
but the lord still got man, no, i ain’t going out with a poke

- uptwndb

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