Ptsd

How many times did I let a bitch in I hate everybody I don't wanna be your friend Stick to the code I don't need a perc 30 I'm just really trying to make amends You play with my money ill tweak on a nigga I really might lay in your spot with a grin I hop out the whip, I got drip on my skin I got trauma, you got trauma, we got trauma But im just trying to run up a comma Ima run this shit up for my momma Ima light shit up like a sauna Ima light this bitch up like a sauna bitch Im stuck in the stu Spitting this pain on the mic, its the only way I can get by Surrounded by death, life full of grief Ran out of tears bitch I cant even cry How the fuck could I lie nigga, look at my eyes These fake ass niggas ain't talking about nothing I pop out the cut, watch the little nigga run Don't you come around here with that fake ass tough boy shit We gone run it, I do this for fun, I hop out the big body Spot a lil nigga he get to that rara shit and I'm Done Incase that he with it, I keep me a gun Fuck on his bitch, tell me who really won This lil bitch ego it weigh about a ton None of these bitches they deserve my sons Talking all that shit, bitch got the runs I don't need to sip no wock to be fly, I run this shit up by myself I remember them days I was sipping back to back pints Thinking this shit bad for my health Rearrange the addiction and switch it with wealth I need an affirmation, blow your expectations every time that I drop His shit is ass, my shit it bop Glock 21, I call it the mop How many times did I let a bitch in I hate everybody I don't wanna be your friend Stick to the code I don't need a perc 30 I'm just really trying to make amends You play with my money ill tweak on a nigga I really might lay in your spot with a grin I hop out the whip, I got drip on my skin I got trauma, you got trauma, we got trauma But im just trying to run up a comma Ima run this shit up for my momma Ima light shit up like a sauna Ima light this bitch up like a sauna bitch