Rico Sutso - Ptsd (feat. Quezzo) Lyrics

I'm tryna figure my way out
For all them days when I was sitting at home lonely
I remember them stakeouts
When we was laying on yo crib tryna dome shit
Now every time I see yo face I turn my nose up
Cause you was faking like a gangster but you froze up
Got in that jam and felt that pressure den you told something
It ain't my fault that you a hoe that's how you rose up yeah yeah

Jumped off the porch when I was young I ain't know how to act
First started trapping it was crack it wasn't no powder packs
Made my shit double still a fumble wondering how is that
Got niggas dead now them some losses that I can't get back
Used to be rude up in school ain't have no love for bitches
Cause I had holes up in my shoes that came from jumping fences
I had to work hard cause I knew they wasn't gone give it to me
Cause if they was they woulda did it when I said something
I lost to many niggas to that pistol
And can't forget about my niggas that's stuck in the system
I had to learn life is a door and they walk out and in it
So most the niggas I grew up with they is not my niggas
And the ones that's still left boy that's my gang gang
And ain't no infiltrating the circle or it's bang bang
Grew up round nothing but killers so it's the same thang
Better keep a weapon in my section we let brains hang

I'm tryna figure my way out
For all them days when I was sitting at home lonely
I remember them stakeouts
When we was laying on yo crib tryna dome shit
Now every time I see yo face I turn my nose up
Cause you was faking like a gangster but you froze up
Got in that jam and felt that pressure den you told something
It ain't my fault that you a hoe that's how you rose up yeah yeah

Niggas be speaking on the gang and they don't know us
Been in that room so many times and never told nothing
This big 45 up on my side know it's gone fold something
Early morning everyday you know we road running
Pull down and leave a nigga brains on the dashboard
For all that talking and that dissing bitch you asked for it
I was down bad up on my ass I ain't wanna ask for it
Now I get flyer den a bitch like I got a passport
I got my sack up these bitches they attack us
These niggas actors they claiming they gone wack us
But I stay strapped and I shoot like the raptors
Been through some shit that knocked me down but I got back up
See what you know bout long nights in them trenches
I can't get no sleep to busy running to them Benji's
Jiggas in my system I'm on point just like a pencil
Mama always told me stay consistent you gone get it
Every day I'm on a mission

I'm tryna figure my way out
For all them days when I was sitting at home lonely
I remember them stakeouts
When we was laying on yo crib tryna dome shit
Now every time I see yo face I turn my nose up
Cause you was faking like a gangster but you froze up
Got in that jam and felt that pressure den you told something
It ain't my fault that you a hoe that's how you rose up yeah yeah