Thug P.T.S.D. lyrics

[Hook: Choirboy]
That's just life dealing with the highs and lows
Bumpy roads no control how this life just make ya wanna run away

[Verse 1: Pepperboy]
The pieces to the puzzle seem always missing make a n*gga give up like he didn't listen
Real talk - I was on the edge
I sold a little dope but didn't go unfed
Slap ya hands for me - a n*gga got right
No more selling rocks hanging out all night
Gotta focus now I'm on these beats
I rap about it my name known in the streets
Pepperboy
Please say it loud roll a blunt up appreciate my style
Born on the blocc we get it from the start got a purple heart when n*ggas shot me in the dark
38 yeah I felt that sting
Hot bullet in my stomach oh the pain it bring
Still feel it - I got that P.T.S
We strive hard hard and hustle to do our best

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[Verse 2: Ouija Macc]
Why you watching me
Ain't nobody robbing me I swam through the belly of the beast made them vomit me
Five slugs in me with the fiends straight watching me
Give into death and I ain't let a single cop talk to me
The OG's told me little woadie never switch without your honor they gon' fucc you like a b*tch
What the fucc is white privilege to a cracka from the hood muddaf*cka we ain't interested
I'm riding on a drone - riding on a drone
Polo sport cologne get Obama on the phone and I fly over the gutter all I see is murder
Swerve up to suburbia they barbecuing burgers
Man I grew up round some crib gang pimps and curb servers then the sixth grade came we was already burglars
But tribulations put me on a different path (?) so none of that fucc sh*t that I'm with so you can kiss my cracker ass
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[Verse 3: Choir Boy]
Woke up in the hood but I grew up in the sticks though
p*ss poor little muddaf*ckka acting 6'4
Slicker than some crisco poppin' sh*t like pistols
Couple crackers doing it but none of them like this though
Never put a homie on a stacc like that
If you really knew me wouldn't act like that
Just a cat that rap with a pacc that clap never acctin blacc you can tracc that bacc
Bad muddaf*ckka grew round hicks and truckas leave yo ass in them crutches who the fucc wanna judge us
This (?)
Before there was a rapper Drake
(?)
Before I knew how to skate them guns was pointed at my face
Momma said that there'd be days like this
I don't know why the lord would put me in a place like this
How the fucc am I suppose to feed and raise my kids around this maze that I'm in and I'm amazed I did
The tribulations made me who I is fam first and the rest of you can chew my kiss

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