Street Love Song (PTSD)

Slash, slash, slash

Post-traumatic stress disorder, head on a swivel

First band that I touched, I went and bought a pistol

Made a commitment to these streets

Casino World, I really stand on what I preach

30 pokin' out the gleek

Got the drops on the opps, but you ain't wanna go

Is it love, or is it hate? 'Cause I can feel 'em both

I got some questions I just wanna know

They never understand until you gone, ay

When I told you I was damaged, I was serious

Sometimes I cry 'cause my pops ain't get to hear this shit

Even a thug be in his feelings

Fuck love, I'm reminiscin' 'bout them killings

Having dreams about me drillin' every human moving

I hate pissin' on my hands, but I'm in love with shootings

Scars I needed you to heal, but your love ain't do it

She don't really love a nigga, she just love my music

When Casino lost his life, that was the saddest day

I ain't even shed a tear, my mama had to pray

She knew her baby changed

Quit sports and starting diggin' graves

They say I'm hidin', but I'm through they section everyday, ay

Tryna make a way, this for my future kids

They might revoke me for my life, or they might sentence it

Just be prepared for whatever come

Don't leave the house without your gun, ay

Post-traumatic stress disorder, head on a swivel

First band that I touched, I went and bought a pistol

Made a commitment to these streets

Casino World, I really stand on what I preach

30 pokin' out the gleek

Got the drops on the opps, but you ain't wanna go

Is it love or is it hate? 'Cause I can feel 'em both

I got some questions I just wanna know

They never understand until you gone, ay

When I told you I was damaged, I was serious

Sometimes I cry 'cause my pops ain't get to hear this shit

Even a thug be in his feelings

Fuck love, I'm reminiscin' 'bout them killings

Having dreams about me drillin' every human movin'

I hate pissin' on my hands, but I'm in love with shootings

Scars I needed you to heal, but your love ain't do it

She don't really love a nigga, she just love my music

What's up with y'all, man?

It's your boy Rari, man

You already know, man

I'm in the lab right now, man

My lab, you know?

It's official, man

All real family, man, you know?

It's finna get crazy, man

We'll give y'all a little

I'ma let y'all see what we doing over here, man, look

This how we doin' it over here, man

We gettin' it in over here, man

We're not playin', man

You already see, I got the

I got my niggas in here, man

They in the lab, man

In the lab with me, man

(All day)

Still in the lab, my nigga Mac Fully, man, fully paid, man

You feel me? We ain't playin', man

Show them that shit, man

I'ma let y'all see the

I'ma let y'all see the booth, man

Take y'all to see the booth, man

It's the booth, man, this where it all get (slash, slash, slash)

It's where it get crazy at