P T S D - Murs/E-40

Post traumatic stress ptsd

If you from the hood then you just like me

Niggas kick in your door for a ps3

How the f**k do you expect me to be stress free

Homeboy asked me if I been to the service

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**ch I'm from the land of the bloods and the crips

Niggas kill niggas just to f**k a b**ch

You could lose your life for that busta sh*t

By the time I was 9 seen a bunch of sh*t

Lost more homies than a iraq vet

Niggas 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 niggas now when I'm set to trip

Gangbang party time excellent

Not giving a f**k's a prerequisite

My testament is so trill

For the represent is so real

My residents got evidence I'm a legend in the ville

Pills to the crack game

Stills in the rap game

Every ni**a rapping tryna fill up that lane

Back to the backstage

Punk for the photo past on catch that fade

F**k your badge

Now you wanna ask me why I'm so mad

Get your a** beat for a photograph

Get the f**k 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*t 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*t

Deep down in my heart where the evil lives

Post traumatic stress ptsd

If you from the hood then you just like me

Niggas kick in your door for a ps3

How the f**k do you expect me to be stress free

Post traumatic stress ptsd

If you from the hood then you just like me

How the f**k do you expect me to be stress free

Usually thinking play it b**ch that's see

I ain't playing with a full deck

I been going through a lot of sh*t

Put holes in you like a hairnet

Hairnet

Emptying the clip

You picked the wrong ni**a to f**k with

I ain't with that fake sh*t I don't play it

I'm on some real time

Ain't no time to be dealing with these phony a** b**ch boys

Remar my pocket and I stay with a runner

This a rolley b**ch hell nah it ain't a false one

Used to push bricks but now a ni**a push

Cause g's on your head like a chicken tostada

Had a hood yelling bravo 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**ches wanna twerk shake they boo-ty

To pay they college tuition that's what they see on tv

That's what they see on tv that's what they see on tv

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 false idols praise

And all the real rappers with a lot of sh*t to say

The kids now-a-days think they wack today

They think wack today they think wack today

Cause my favorite rapper doesn't sound like they

How the f**k you expect me to be stress free

If you from the hood then you just like me

Post traumatic stress ptsd

If you from the hood then you just like me

Niggas kick in your door for a ps3

How the f**k do you expect me to be stress free

Post traumatic stress ptsd

If you from the hood then you just like me

How the f**k do you expect me to be stress free

Usually thinking play it b**ch that's see