I get PTSD when that rain pour.. Shorty wish I’d change more/

Gave the opps a lead shower, caught them tryna brain storm/

I get fidgety when on them blocks where half my pain born..

tryna speak my feelings but that’s just another page torn/

I never drag my feet with static, I just shock they ass in traffic/

30 out the window stiff ironic, left them **** flaccid/

When you dealing with that smoke is you gon face it or gon pass it?/

it’s like I never could be mid this shit is classic or it’s tragic/

& I can’t go for nothin.. this Glock a ghost or something/ and this shit sure to heat your house it’s like a open oven/

we get in beef, they making post that’s how I know they fronting.. /

Them boys ain’t banging sticks or drums, they ain’t got no percussion/

free my brother he got locked and then they charged him with possession/

I throw a gullet at bro opp, just send a pic he’ll intercept it/

the problem ain’t that they don’t listen, problem is they ain’t receptive/

the 40 slept his ass broad day, and now they think he narcoleptic/

Hook

how you tell me you love me? When I can tell that you would slug me/

bitch you will tell for the money, I’ll be in my cell & I’m comfy/

but you know I tried, I can see when you lie/

you looked me right my eye, plotting on ways I could die/

I don’t got time I’m tired.. yeah/

I don’t trust them they phony, **** tryna leave me holy, actin like they my homies/

I don’t trust them they phony, **** tryna leave me holy, actin like they my homies/