Murs - P T S D lyrics

[Hook:] Post traumatic stress, PTSD If you from the hood then you just like me n***as kick in your door for a PS3 How the f** do you expect me to be stress free [Verse 1 - Murs:] Home boy ask me if I been to the surface Standing on stage taking flicks got me nervous All up in my face when I'm trying to be working Sit your fat a** down behind that curtain b**h I'm from the land of the Bloods and the Crips n***as k** n***as just to f** a b**h You could lose your life for that busta sh** By the time I was 9, see that [?] sh** Lost more homies than a Iraq vet n***as skipping on groceries to buy that Tec Lost a few friends to a rival set And I'm still tryna process them side effects Extra clips, extra clips I see them n***as now when I'm [?] trip Gangbang party time, excellent Not giving a f**'s a prerequisite My testament is so trill For the represent is so real My residents got evidence I'm a legend [?] Pills to the crack game Stills in the rap game Every n***a rapping tryna feel up that lane Back to the backstage Punk for the photo [?] catch that fade f** your badge Now you wanna ask me why I'm so mad? Get your a** beat for a photograph Get the f** out my dressing room 'fore I go bad The homies laugh, I kept it moving When they gon' learn that there's more to music I do this sh** so I could feed my kids So they never have to know what a repo is You really think you know how my people live? You think you down because you know who Deebo is? PTSD on my emo sh** Deep down in my heart, where the evil lives [Hook:] Post traumatic stress, PTSD If you from the hood then you just like me n***as kick in your door for a PS3 How the f** do you expect me to be stress free Post traumatic stress, PTSD If you from the hood then you just like me n***as kick in your door for a PS3 How the f** do you expect me to be stress free You really think you crazy? b**h let's see [Verse 2 - E-40:] I ain't playing with a full deck I been going through a lot of sh** Put holes in you like a hairnet Emptying the clip You picked the wrong n***a to f** with I ain't with that fake sh**, I don't play it I'm on some real time Ain't no time to be dealing with these phony a** b**h boys [?] my pocket and I stay with a [?] This a Rolley b**h, hell nah it ain't a false one Used to push bricks, but now a n***a push [?] Cause G's on your head like a [?] Had a hood yelling brothel celebrating and whatnot Happy cause he almost terrorizing the whole block Breaking into homes, stealing anything they got Nobody at his funeral, nobody cried a drop Post traumatic, PTSD My people wanna work, no J-O-B These b**hes wanna twerk, shake they boo-ty To pay they college tuition, that's what they see on TV They mommy and they daddy drop the ball on 'em They ain't never there when they call on em The ways of the world, the worldly ways We living in the last days for our [?] And all the real rappers with a lot of sh** to say The kids now-a-days think they whack today Cause my favorite rapper doesn't sound like they How the f** you expect me to be stress free? If you from the hood then you just like me [Hook:] Post traumatic stress, PTSD If you from the hood then you just like me n***as kick in your door for a PS3 How the f** do you expect me to be stress free Post traumatic stress, PTSD If you from the hood then you just like me n***as kick in your door for a PS3 How the f** do you expect me to be stress free You really think you crazy? b**h let's see