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I think I got some pain that I am taking to the cemetery
Wish I knew that almost everything is life is temporary
Every time they show me love I know that shit is monetary
We don't need to be buddy-buddy, it ain't necessary
Mm-mm
Leave me alone, mm-hm
I am in my zone, mm-hm
I am dealing with real shit
But I got to face it now
I got me a bracelet to cover the slit wrist, yeah
We get iced out to cover up the pain and shit
For temporary satisfaction make it rain a bit
I regret it every time a shawty take this dick
And tells me it's the only thing that gives her happiness

All this money
All this cash
All these hoes
So much ass
All these drinks
So much gas
(Thought I'd be free from PTSD, uh)

All this money
All this cash
All these hoes
So much ass
All these drinks
So much gas
(Thought I'd be free from PTSD, uh)

I crumble up inside
When my people die
People say sometimes
I am desensitized when it happens
I just like to cry on my own time
But it still f*ck you for life
If you ever try to switch sides
Left me out to dry during crucial timing
You want to crucify me
Who go the juice? Can you please remind me?
It's like a sin, when the boy is going in
'Cause they hate it when they see you doing better than them
They will tell you to aim for the sky
Same people will resent you if you aim too high
Then they wonder why they always getting left behind
I was blind with some drive
Always would ignore the signs
But I guess they meet the grim reaper
I done seen the baddest souls like some old sneakers
Best believe it's a lie when I smile
And say I am doing dine
I am afraid to get paid and be killed by one of mine

I hate the way I feel
But I know some things take time to heal
Tryna forgive and forget lately
Tryna live with no regrets maybe

All this money
All this cash
All these hoes
So much ass
All these drinks
So much gas
(Thought I'd be free from PTSD, uh)

All this money
All this cash
All these hoes
So much ass
All these drinks
So much gas
(Thought I'd be free from PTSD, uh)
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I think I got some pain that I am taking to the cemetery
Wish I knew that almost everything is life is temporary
Every time they show me love I know that shit is monetary
We don't need to be buddy-buddy, it ain't necessary
Mm-mm
Leave me alone, mm-hm
I am in my zone, mm-hm
I am dealing with real shit
But I got to face it now
I got me a bracelet to cover the slit wrist, yeah
We get iced out to cover up the pain and shit
For temporary satisfaction make it rain a bit
I regret it every time a shawty take this dick
And tells me it's the only thing that gives her happiness

All this money
All this cash
All these hoes
So much ass
All these drinks
So much gas
(Thought I'd be free from PTSD, uh)

All this money
All this cash
All these hoes
So much ass
All these drinks
So much gas
(Thought I'd be free from PTSD, uh)

I crumble up inside
When my people die
People say sometimes
I am desensitized when it happens
I just like to cry on my own time
But it still f*ck you for life
If you ever try to switch sides
Left me out to dry during crucial timing
You want to crucify me
Who go the juice? Can you please remind me?
It's like a sin, when the boy is going in
'Cause they hate it when they see you doing better than them
They will tell you to aim for the sky
Same people will resent you if you aim too high
Then they wonder why they always getting left behind
I was blind with some drive
Always would ignore the signs
But I guess they meet the grim reaper
I done seen the baddest souls like some old sneakers
Best believe it's a lie when I smile
And say I am doing dine
I am afraid to get paid and be killed by one of mine

I hate the way I feel
But I know some things take time to heal
Tryna forgive and forget lately
Tryna live with no regrets maybe

All this money
All this cash
All these hoes
So much ass
All these drinks
So much gas
(Thought I'd be free from PTSD, uh)

All this money
All this cash
All these hoes
So much ass
All these drinks
So much gas
(Thought I'd be free from PTSD, uh)
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Writer: Andrew Waines, Walter Pacheco, Luigi Fidelia, Cecil Kallaghe, Justino Di Salvo
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