I would have just looped the ending the track close to the end after he says welcome to the party. The beat play for a minute, jist enough for you to just loop it and it already sounds high def
[Intro] My PTSD startin' to kick in so I gotta get high Uh, uh, ayy [Chorus] My PTSD startin' to kick in so I gotta get high Trey shot that nigga out my car so now I gotta get low I ain't no city boy 'cause I love my bitch Nigga, but that don't mean that I don't love my hoes Niggas tried to smack me up so now I'm raising hell Don't try and dap me up, lil' nigga, you are not my bro Trey shot that nigga out my car so now I gotta get low They know we bend blocks, welcome to the party [Verse 1] Dot on the head of his only daughter Then I dunk her head in that holy water Niggas shootin', we gon' shoot back Sittin' at the table like Tha Carter 5 They know I'ma do you, aimin' for medulla Cooler than a cooler, shooter with a shooter AK on my shoulder like I'm Malcom X 'Cause I ain't goin' out like I'm Martin Luther Nigga open up the door, nigga, I know you home It's a hundred Crip niggas standing on your lawn Give up that cheese, give that Provolone And I ain't talkin' on the phone 'cause I ain't playin' with 'em I got a K for the cuz if he hit you If I call Nappy Blue, he come and get you Call Dread, that's the new Tom Brady 'Cause he be sendin' shots like it's missile [Chorus] My PTSD startin' to kick in so I gotta get high Trey shot that nigga out my car so now I gotta get low I ain't no city boy 'cause I love my bitch Nigga, but that don't mean that I don't love my hoes Niggas tried to smack me up so now I'm raising hell Don't try and dap me up, lil' nigga, you are not my bro Trey shot that nigga out my car so now I gotta get low They know we bend blocks, welcome to the party [Verse 2] Niggas always talkin' hot and runnin' they mouth Until I kick down they door and run in they house Have they mother on the floor with the gun in her mouth Like what's that shit up on the 'net your son was talkin' 'bout? I put that on my son that I'ma take it there 'Cause when you come from where I come from, I ain't playin fair My lil' homie die and I ain't drop a tear I just rolled a spliff and put it in the air I'm big 092, niggas know I'm Woo I look a nigga in his face like "Who you talkin' to?" I need 25K or I ain't walkin' through I need 25K or I ain't walkin' through I spent twenty on my wrist and twenty on a chain I be spoiling myself so I can ease the pain Digital dash, I be switching lanes I was sitting on the bench, but now I'm in the game [Chorus] My PTSD startin' to kick in so I gotta get high Trey shot that nigga out my car so now I gotta get low I ain't no city boy 'cause I love my bitch Nigga, but that don't mean that I don't love my hoes Niggas tried to smack me up so now I'm raising hell Don't try and dap me up, lil' nigga, you are not my bro Trey shot that nigga out my car so now I gotta get low They know we bend blocks, welcome to the party
I smoke just to ease the pain Smile and relieve the hate Living through this matrix It’s a devious game, few crazy Too insane on the street like a shooters range, bodies dripping like my spliff in the rain, meticulously aim at ya , There dream chasing Get they soul snatched do it properly for the whole squad whole family the old mob r.i.p to my old family red nose pitbulls and escrow they bullshit and flex loads I load clips and let blow its over we some sober on point Doberman’s with the revolvers and rovers ready to roll on ya conscious energies beware my enemies I bring the force heavenly my presence is so menacing upon the beat I tell em what they wanna hear show em what they wanna see. Man on a mission a visionary’s co elitism
Tu passe ta vie a baver sur la vie des gens On te connait dans les yeux tu nous men Je marche seul j'connais leur vyce Sous coter lentement jfais du benefice 14 jai deja vu des trucs qui mont aveuglé Jen ai vu beaucoup se relevé Jai perdu autemps de temps que de sous Gentil tout le monde croit ils ont le decu Tas parlé ca ma decu On a laisser des freres dans des cimtieres J'pense a ceux au ciel je rate 0 priere Ensembles on avancait jai recu meme pas 1 tier De mes frere chu fiere Finalement jai trouve la lumiere On a laisser des frere dans des cimtiere Mal aimer personne ma rien donner Pour mes buts jetais coordonné Petit jetais enerver personne me raisonait Jai rien chercher cest eux qui mont declancher Et je me balade dans la ville seul Jivai au tabac jprend une feuille Je me suis mi a planner pour oublier une deuile Javance ma vie cest un puzzle Jetais obliger de mettre des frere dans des cerceuil J'ai un bon coeur c'est mon porte bonneheure Toute ma vie je suis tomber sur des malheure Ils ont parler je les ai pardonner Etant donner j'etais pas affolé les jaloux mont abandonné Dans ma tete c'est le desordres Sache qu'ici personne me donne des ordre La violance partout j'prefere la paix baba Un vrai petit connu l'epoque d'obama Va trop loin et on te bannira Fait le mal dieu te punira Et jai mal au coeur Mais je serai vainqeur Mais pour linstant chu boxuer Et pas un acteur Y a que de dieu jai peur Tellement enerver il sort de la vapeur 2 ans deja miskine cetais son heure Remercie toujour ton createur On a laisser des freres dans des cimtieres J'pense a ceux au ciel je rate 0 priere Ensembles on avancait jai recu meme pas 1 tier De mes frere je suis fiere Finalement jai trouve la lumiere On a laisser des frere dans des cimtiere Notorious le mal aimé Je marche le coeur abimé Mais pour aller loin il fallait volé Mais pour aller loin il fallait volé... Petit j'etais enerver Un trou dans le coeur Je suis tomber sur ke des malheure Tak tak tien s ton heure On reconnait le vyce sal menteur De toi personne a peur Et je me mettrai en valeur Et je me mettrai en valeur...
Lyrics Speel "Ptsd" af op Apple Music "PTSD" My PTSD startin' to kick in so I gotta get high... My PTSD startin' to kick in so I gotta get high Trey shot that nigga out my car so now I gotta get low I ain't no city boy 'cus I love my bitch Nigga but that don't mean that I don't love my hoes Niggas tried to smack me up so now I'm razorin him Don't try and dap me up lil' nigga you are not my bro Trey shot that nigga out my car so I gotta get low They know we bend blocks, nigga welcome to the party Got on the head of his only daughter Then I dunk her head in that holy water Niggas shootin' we gon shoot back Sittin' at the table like the quarter 5 They know Imma do ya Aimin' for medulla Cooler than a cooler Shoota with a shoota AK on my shoulder like I'm Malcom X 'Cus I ain't goin' out like I'm Martin Luther Nigga open up the door nigga I know you home It's a hundred crip niggas standing on ya lawn Gave up that cheese get that Provolone And I ain't talkin' on the phone 'cus I ain't playin' with 'em I got a K for the cuz if he hit you If I call Nebby Bleu he come and get you Call Dre that's the new Tom Brady 'Cus he be sendin' shots like it's Mason My PTSD startin' to kick in so I gotta get high Trey shot that nigga out my car so now I gotta get low I ain't no city boy 'cus I love my bitch Nigga but that don't mean that I don't love my hoes Niggas tried to smack me up so now I'm razorin him Don't try and dap me up lil' nigga you are not my bro Trey shot that nigga out my car so I gotta get low They know we bend blocks, nigga welcome to the party Niggas always talkin' hot and runnin' they mouth Until I kick down the door and run in they house Have they mother on the floor wit the gun in her mouth Like what's that shit up on the net that y'all was talkin' bout I put that on my son that Imma take it there Cus where you come from and where I come from I ain't playin fair My lil homie died and I ain't drop a tear I just roll a spliff and put it in the air I'm big 092 niggas know I'm woo I look a nigga in his face like "Who you talkin' to?" I need 25k or I ain't walkin' through I need 25k or I ain't walkin' through I spent 20 on my wrist and 20 on a chain I be spoiling myself so I could ease the pain Digital Dash I be switching lanes I was sitting on the bench but now I'm in the game My PTSD startin' to kick in so I gotta get high Trey shot that nigga out my car so now I gotta get low I ain't no city boy 'cus I love my bitch Nigga but that don't mean that I don't love my hoes Niggas tried to smack me up so now I'm razorin him Don't try and dap me up lil' nigga you are not my bro Trey shot that nigga out my car so I gotta get low They know we bend blocks, nigga welcome to the party
My PTSD startin' to kick in so I gotta get high... My PTSD startin' to kick in so I gotta get high Trey shot that nigga out my car so now I gotta get low I ain't no city boy 'cus I love my bitch Nigga but that don't mean that I don't love my hoes Niggas tried to smack me up so now I'm razorin him Don't try and dap me up lil' nigga you are not my bro Trey shot that nigga out my car so I gotta get low They know we bend blocks, nigga welcome to the party Got on the head of his only daughter Then I dunk her head in that holy water Niggas shootin' we gon shoot back Sittin' at the table like the quarter 5 They know Imma do ya Aimin' for medulla Cooler than a cooler Shoota with a shoota AK on my shoulder like I'm Malcom X 'Cus I ain't goin' out like I'm Martin Luther Nigga open up the door nigga I know you home It's a hundred crip niggas standing on ya lawn Gave up that cheese get that Provolone And I ain't talkin' on the phone 'cus I ain't playin' with 'em I got a K for the cuz if he hit you If I call Nebby Bleu he come and get you Call Dre that's the new Tom Brady 'Cus he be sendin' shots like it's Mason My PTSD startin' to kick in so I gotta get high Trey shot that nigga out my car so now I gotta get low I ain't no city boy 'cus I love my bitch Nigga but that don't mean that I don't love my hoes Niggas tried to smack me up so now I'm razorin him Don't try and dap me up lil' nigga you are not my bro Trey shot that nigga out my car so I gotta get low They know we bend blocks, nigga welcome to the party Niggas always talkin' hot and runnin' they mouth Until I kick down the door and run in they house Have they mother on the floor wit the gun in her mouth Like what's that shit up on the net that y'all was talkin' bout I put that on my son that Imma take it there Cus where you come from and where I come from I ain't playin fair My lil homie died and I ain't drop a tear I just roll a spliff and put it in the air I'm big 092 niggas know I'm woo I look a nigga in his face like "Who you talkin' to?" I need 25k or I ain't walkin' through I need 25k or I ain't walkin' through I spent 20 on my wrist and 20 on a chain I be spoiling myself so I could ease the pain Digital Dash I be switching lanes I was sitting on the bench but now I'm in the game My PTSD startin' to kick in so I gotta get high Trey shot that nigga out my car so now I gotta get low I ain't no city boy 'cus I love my bitch Nigga but that don't mean that I don't love my hoes Niggas tried to smack me up so now I'm razorin him Don't try and dap me up lil' nigga you are not my bro Trey shot that nigga out my car so I gotta get low They know we bend blocks, nigga welcome to the party
I’d be rapping and clapping them haters be napping, be doin this shit in me sleep, heal fast and go asleep, everything is on repeat, next day comes and your 18, your stuck in your latest dream, still smoking green, so you forget wa you see, am sick and tired of not being free, tell these bitches I’d rather chase the ps, Yo ye mates would rather judge you than compliment ye man that’s bad jeez, I couldn’t believe it, I was only 18 with a fucked up mind, and I still had time to realise the lies, everybody was crying moaning about their life’s, but me I was different Child, I tried to find the right time to heal and shine, and i did until that one time, I’ve started to fail and ive started to lose my game, which made me ask if I turning insane, cos things could never be the same, i didnt know what to do my life, kept thinking it was just a game , ive started to feel lost, wanted to be left alone, wanted to cry at home, my mind was just glowing up, i felt like blowing things away, why? Cos ye been used ye whole life, by the same people who said they cared when u wasn’t prepared, ye sit here lie, ye sit here cry, sittin here gettin high, looking up in the sky wishing you could die, watching ye mama cry telling her everything’s gonna be fine, but der just lies cos am wishing to die, thinking being part of crime, Tell her I wasted my time, Ano that’s aright, I’ve been on a mission ever since, tryna move forward ignoring the past, but things have just went so so fast, I thought I was depressed but that shit was a t t test, So that’s when I knew, i was going blessed. I’ve started getting dressed, but tha Gucci shit don’t make me feel any more better than shopping Adidas. So here we go, I got text from this bitch who I used to love and it wasn’t coz of her breasts, She fucked my mind that much I started seeing everyone’s dead mothers, she dared to act so blind even tho i was so nice, I gave her everything I could, but she just drove me over, Everything I said I meant it ,never did use people cos that’s not me,That shit just keeps holding me back, never leaving me alone, and I keep telling it that’s not me, Life is hard man ano ,so let’s chill aba it x4 Yo just chill take pill, watch film make up ye own will, so you know what u gotta do to live, Am just kid I know but am not never gonna miss, cos so many years I missed, I kissed bitch she broke my heart, got a job and pissed away, mates that fucked me off, all schools years and fucked them all. How many times have I let my family down a lot , everything will never be the same,x 2 I don’t know how much longer I can keep it going, I want to sleep, but I can’t, so I just stay up all night thinking what to say next, wishing for all this shit to disappear , if you could walk in my shoes living my life that am living, ye wouldn’t last a whole minute my man. Cos I’ve been sending people love but all am getting back is excuses, I know this shit cos every time I tried to speak those people they just shut me down, leaving me on the fucking ground. But u see once upon a time those people where the once I wished all my best to, and tried to help them as much as I can ,And really really Is really that hard? For people to Understand what am going through, when your own thoughts killed your fucking whole childhood, Imagine having dreams that your gonna die a 20 , Ano it’s only a dream but it makes me feel weak, I wanna speak about it that’s to everyone who wants to talk about it , am only 18 but I feel like 25 that’s failed in life and has not purpose to live opon it, as scary as it seems I ain’t dropping now cos am here to drop a show before I go , so I can let everybody know that your not alone, Life is hard man ano ,so let’s chill aba it ye x4 Yo just chill take pill, watch film make up ye own will, so you know what u gotta do to live, Am just kid I know but am not never gonna miss, cos so many years I missed, I kissed bitch she broke my heart, got a job and pissed away, mates that fucked me off, all schools years and fucked them all. How many times have I let my family down a lot, everything will never be the same. As much as we want to go back in time and fix are lifes, we can’t cos it’s just too late, keep tha in mind or otherwise you’ll be in a bad state.
My PTSD startin' to kick in so I gotta get high Trey shot that nigga out my car so now I gotta get low I ain't no city boy 'cause I love my bitch Nigga, but that don't mean that I don't love my hoes Niggas tried to smack me up so now I'm raising hell Don't try and dap me up, lil' nigga, you are not my bro Trey shot that nigga out my car so now I gotta get low They know we bend blocks, welcome to the party [Verse 1] Dot on the head of his only daughter Then I dunk her head in that holy water Niggas shootin', we gon' shoot back Sittin' at the table like Tha Carter 5 They know I'ma do you, aimin' for medulla Cooler than a cooler, shooter with a shooter AK on my shoulder like I'm Malcom X 'Cause I ain't goin' out like I'm Martin Luther Nigga open up the door, nigga, I know you home It's a hundred Crip niggas standing on your lawn Give up that cheese, give that Provolone And I ain't talkin' on the phone 'cause I ain't playin' with 'em I got a K for the cuz if he hit you If I call Nappy Blue, he come and get you Call Dread, that's the new Tom Brady 'Cause he be sendin' shots like it's missile [Chorus] My PTSD startin' to kick in so I gotta get high Trey shot that nigga out my car so now I gotta get low I ain't no city boy 'cause I love my bitch Nigga, but that don't mean that I don't love my hoes Niggas tried to smack me up so now I'm raising hell Don't try and dap me up, lil' nigga, you are not my bro Trey shot that nigga out my car so now I gotta get low They know we bend blocks, welcome to the party [Verse 2] Niggas always talkin' hot and runnin' they mouth Until I kick down they door and run in they house Have they mother on the floor with the gun in her mouth Like what's that shit up on the 'net your son was talkin' 'bout? I put that on my son that I'ma take it there 'Cause when you come from where I come from, I ain't playin fair My lil' homie die and I ain't drop a tear I just rolled a spliff and put it in the air I'm big 092, niggas know I'm Woo I look a nigga in his face like "Who you talkin' to?" I need 25K or I ain't walkin' through I need 25K or I ain't walkin' through I spent twenty on my wrist and twenty on a chain I be spoiling myself so I can ease the pain Digital dash, I be switching lanes I was sitting on the bench, but now I'm in the game [Chorus] My PTSD startin' to kick in so I gotta get high Trey shot that nigga out my car so now I gotta get low I ain't no city boy 'cause I love my bitch Nigga, but that don't mean that I don't love my hoes Niggas tried to smack me up so now I'm raising hell Don't try and dap me up, lil' nigga, you are not my bro Trey shot that nigga out my car so now I gotta get low They know we bend blocks, welcome to the party
PTSD startin' to kick in so I gotta get high Trey shot that nigga out my car so now I gotta get low I ain't no city boy 'cause I love my bitch Nigga, but that don't mean that I don't love my hoes Niggas tried to smack me up so now I'm raising hell Don't try and dap me lil' nigga you are not my bro Trey shot that nigga out my car so now I gotta get low They know we bend blocks, welcome to the party Dot on the head of his only daughter Then I dunk her head in that holy water Niggas shootin', we gon' shoot back Sittin' at the table like Tha Carter 5 They know I'ma do ya Aimin' for medulla Cooler than a cooler Shoota with a shoota AK on my shoulder like I'm Malcom X 'Cause I ain't goin' out like I'm Martin Luther Nigga open up the door nigga I know you home It's a hundred Crip niggas standing on ya lawn Give up that cheese, give that Provolone And I ain't talkin' on the phone 'cause I ain't playin' with 'em I got a K for the cuz if he hit you If I call Nappy Blue he comin' to get you Call Dread, that's the new Tom Brady 'Cause he be sendin' shots like it's missle My PTSD startin' to kick in so I gotta get high Trey shot that nigga out my car so now I gotta get low I ain't no city boy 'cause I love my bitch Nigga, but that don't mean that I don't love my hoes Niggas tried to smack me up so now I'm raising hell Don't try and dap me lil' nigga you are not my bro Trey shot that nigga out my car so now I gotta get low They know we bend blocks, welcome to the
My homies dyin on the street and now i gotta get high Ops pull up to the door you know they all wanted the smoke He was in the trap lacking so he pulled the poke They put 10 shots into the door and now he chasing hell And done never said a word never held a lurk Niggas out here in the fields like they huntin birds Put a draco to your mama like she know the work Bitch im so fucking high i be off the percs Im off the perc and im off the xan 40 shots in the tec he do the running man Shoot up your crib thats the plan I got the glock it gotta stock thats why you ran U want the coca i got the snow The cartels rollin they already know Tristate area increasing the murder rate I just dropped 15 pills man im feeling great My shoota done been showing up late If he was at the trap before he could’ve changed his fate Instead he out 6 feet under in a crate While im rolling up dope deep in the state My homies dyin on the street and now i gotta get high Ops pull up to the door you know they all wanted the smoke He was in the trap lacking so he pulled the poke They put 10 shots into the door and now he chasing hell And done never said a word never held a lurk Niggas out here in the fields like they huntin birds Put a draco to your mama like she know the work Bitch im so fucking high i be off the percs Im stunting gucci im copping fendi I be feeling so fucking numb off the henny This how it is in New York State The ops be pulling up showing you all hate 12 be pullin up throw u in the cages Free Kendo out the block he in the last stages He prayin for his life every day And for his child man he hoping they dont take away You put in the work you hustle and grind You make your bread up the only way you survive You keep that stick with you dont be caught lacking Or else the ops are at your dome cause you know they packing My homies dyin on the street and now i gotta get high Ops pull up to the door you know they all wanted the smoke He was in the trap lacking so he pulled the poke They put 10 shots into the door and now he chasing hell And done never said a word never held a lurk Niggas out here in the fields like they huntin birds Put a draco to your mama like she know the work Bitch im so fucking high i be off the percs
Tonami obrót mieć tak jak węgiel Palić koncertować kroić penge Dopczyc za uśmiech a nie za penge Najlepiej raz na dzień, czaisz No może więcej Buch za nim wejdę Coś tak jak bastage Po tym mi najlepiej dlatego zawsze wszędzie
Only otsd🍄 My ptsd starting to kick in / so I gotta get high / lawyers helping to fight my case / hope I make home / haters wanna c nigga down / im not laughing /no clowns /just gonna keep holding it downn./ these plugs know me they just drop off the pounds / 99 cents store for the baggies / start breaking it down / family know im wrong / but imma get right / we all got one life so im living mine nice / late night come its henny with ice / designer jars got them wanna take my life / demons on my back / and the monkey in the wild / im praying my boy get over these trails../ if he have to serve time / change of state of mind / life on line thats how you a pay fine / its yours take his / how it becomes a crime / more the merrier, in the marriot she serve them thighs / always hungry / getting chicken / serving pies/ on look out for carl winslow and k9 / we just little kids getting fines / now we always looking and talking about prison times.
My PTSD startin' to kick in so I gotta get high... My PTSD startin' to kick in so I gotta get high Trey shot that nigga out my car so now I gotta get low I ain't no city boy 'cus I love my bitch Nigga but that don't mean that I don't love my hoes Niggas tried to smack me up so now I'm razorin him Don't try and dap me up lil' nigga you are not my bro Trey shot that nigga out my car so I gotta get low They know we bend blocks, nigga welcome to the party Got on the head of his only daughter Then I dunk her head in that holy water Niggas shootin' we gon shoot back Sittin' at the table like the quarter 5 They know Imma do ya Aimin' for medulla Cooler than a cooler Shoota with a shoota AK on my shoulder like I'm Malcom X 'Cus I ain't goin' out like I'm Martin Luther Nigga open up the door nigga I know you home It's a hundred crip niggas standing on ya lawn Gave up that cheese get that Provolone And I ain't talkin' on the phone 'cus I ain't playin' with 'em I got a K for the cuz if he hit you If I call Nebby Bleu he come and get you Call Dre that's the new Tom Brady 'Cus he be sendin' shots like it's Mason My PTSD startin' to kick in so I gotta get high Trey shot that nigga out my car so now I gotta get low I ain't no city boy 'cus I love my bitch Nigga but that don't mean that I don't love my hoes Niggas tried to smack me up so now I'm razorin him Don't try and dap me up lil' nigga you are not my bro Trey shot that nigga out my car so I gotta get low They know we bend blocks, nigga welcome to the party Niggas always talkin' hot and runnin' they mouth Until I kick down the door and run in they house Have they mother on the floor wit the gun in her mouth Like what's that shit up on the net that y'all was talkin' bout I put that on my son that Imma take it there Cus where you come from and where I come from I ain't playin fair My lil homie died and I ain't drop a tear I just roll a spliff and put it in the air I'm big 092 niggas know I'm woo I look a nigga in his face like "Who you talkin' to?" I need 25k or I ain't walkin' through I need 25k or I ain't walkin' through I spent 20 on my wrist and 20 on a chain I be spoiling myself so I could ease the pain Digital Dash I be switching lanes I was sitting on the bench but now I'm in the game My PTSD startin' to kick in so I gotta get high Trey shot that nigga out my car so now I gotta get low I ain't no city boy 'cus I love my bitch Nigga but that don't mean that I don't love my hoes Niggas tried to smack me up so now I'm razorin him Don't try and dap me up lil' nigga you are not my bro Trey shot that nigga out my car so I gotta get low They know we bend blocks, nigga welcome to the party
![Pop Smoke - Dior Instrumental [808 MELO]](http://i.ytimg.com/vi/paEF8aYsLy4/mqdefault.jpg)
"Pop Smoke" you won G, we love the new album and this instrumental is hard. Rest easy dun.
R.I.P POP SMOKE SMFH
Ye man rip fasho
Crazy instrumental... rest in peace smoke🕯
I thought it was 50 cent when I first heard this
Everybody did my dude, he was sort of a second coming
Same
It’s meek mill
Bruh it’s actullay meek mill beat
@@gangchief9323 whats it called
LONG LIVE POP SMOKE 🕊
Beat sounds badass even slowed
Slim fire in the booth and RIP POP SMOKE
I would have just looped the ending the track close to the end after he says welcome to the party. The beat play for a minute, jist enough for you to just loop it and it already sounds high def
Facts
Gng shit crodiee, mans been lookin for dis instrumental. U the only one that got it, realahz G
RIP POP
This shit slap heavy !!!!
Ils liiit🔥🔥🔥 can i use this beat bro ?
Sound like 50 cent hardddd
*When you get off work extra early*
Lmfao awesome
So sick instrumental, I gotta get high
RIp Pop ima violate this beat for u
[Intro]
My PTSD startin' to kick in so I gotta get high
Uh, uh, ayy
[Chorus]
My PTSD startin' to kick in so I gotta get high
Trey shot that nigga out my car so now I gotta get low
I ain't no city boy 'cause I love my bitch
Nigga, but that don't mean that I don't love my hoes
Niggas tried to smack me up so now I'm raising hell
Don't try and dap me up, lil' nigga, you are not my bro
Trey shot that nigga out my car so now I gotta get low
They know we bend blocks, welcome to the party
[Verse 1]
Dot on the head of his only daughter
Then I dunk her head in that holy water
Niggas shootin', we gon' shoot back
Sittin' at the table like Tha Carter 5
They know I'ma do you, aimin' for medulla
Cooler than a cooler, shooter with a shooter
AK on my shoulder like I'm Malcom X
'Cause I ain't goin' out like I'm Martin Luther
Nigga open up the door, nigga, I know you home
It's a hundred Crip niggas standing on your lawn
Give up that cheese, give that Provolone
And I ain't talkin' on the phone 'cause I ain't playin' with 'em
I got a K for the cuz if he hit you
If I call Nappy Blue, he come and get you
Call Dread, that's the new Tom Brady
'Cause he be sendin' shots like it's missile
[Chorus]
My PTSD startin' to kick in so I gotta get high
Trey shot that nigga out my car so now I gotta get low
I ain't no city boy 'cause I love my bitch
Nigga, but that don't mean that I don't love my hoes
Niggas tried to smack me up so now I'm raising hell
Don't try and dap me up, lil' nigga, you are not my bro
Trey shot that nigga out my car so now I gotta get low
They know we bend blocks, welcome to the party
[Verse 2]
Niggas always talkin' hot and runnin' they mouth
Until I kick down they door and run in they house
Have they mother on the floor with the gun in her mouth
Like what's that shit up on the 'net your son was talkin' 'bout?
I put that on my son that I'ma take it there
'Cause when you come from where I come from, I ain't playin fair
My lil' homie die and I ain't drop a tear
I just rolled a spliff and put it in the air
I'm big 092, niggas know I'm Woo
I look a nigga in his face like "Who you talkin' to?"
I need 25K or I ain't walkin' through
I need 25K or I ain't walkin' through
I spent twenty on my wrist and twenty on a chain
I be spoiling myself so I can ease the pain
Digital dash, I be switching lanes
I was sitting on the bench, but now I'm in the game
[Chorus]
My PTSD startin' to kick in so I gotta get high
Trey shot that nigga out my car so now I gotta get low
I ain't no city boy 'cause I love my bitch
Nigga, but that don't mean that I don't love my hoes
Niggas tried to smack me up so now I'm raising hell
Don't try and dap me up, lil' nigga, you are not my bro
Trey shot that nigga out my car so now I gotta get low
They know we bend blocks, welcome to the party
can you re upload this in HD please
Almighty Ra fr sounds low quality
Go to sospecial Beats channel beat name is Dedicate. Full hd and full beat
Go watch soSpecial beats Dedicate. It is original full instrumental of PTSD. Not cutted out of song and full HD
thanks g!!
I smoke just to ease the pain
Smile and relieve the hate
Living through this matrix
It’s a devious game, few crazy
Too insane on the street like a shooters range, bodies dripping like my spliff in the rain, meticulously aim at ya ,
There dream chasing Get they soul snatched do it properly for the whole squad whole family the old mob r.i.p to my old family red nose pitbulls and escrow they bullshit and flex loads I load clips and let blow its over we some sober on point Doberman’s with the revolvers and rovers ready to roll on ya conscious energies beware my enemies I bring the force heavenly my presence is so menacing upon the beat I tell em what they wanna hear show em what they wanna see. Man on a mission a visionary’s co elitism
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can i use this sound for a highlight tape??
Imagine Pop Smoke ft Nas & Prodigy over this
Can i use this beat for my Song pls 🙏🏼🙏🏼🙏🏼
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gang
0:19
who got the FLP!!
11 damn honey you dont say? Why we keep messing wit him let me triii something ooo daps
🎼🔥💪🔊
"Official instrumental"? But i thought Rico Beats made this...
he probably tweaked it a bit but sospecial beats made this
Tu passe ta vie a baver sur la vie des gens
On te connait dans les yeux tu nous men
Je marche seul j'connais leur vyce
Sous coter lentement jfais du benefice
14 jai deja vu des trucs qui mont aveuglé
Jen ai vu beaucoup se relevé
Jai perdu autemps de temps que de sous
Gentil tout le monde croit ils ont le decu
Tas parlé ca ma decu
On a laisser des freres dans des cimtieres
J'pense a ceux au ciel je rate 0 priere
Ensembles on avancait jai recu meme pas 1 tier
De mes frere chu fiere
Finalement jai trouve la lumiere
On a laisser des frere dans des cimtiere
Mal aimer personne ma rien donner
Pour mes buts jetais coordonné
Petit jetais enerver personne me raisonait
Jai rien chercher cest eux qui mont declancher
Et je me balade dans la ville seul
Jivai au tabac jprend une feuille
Je me suis mi a planner pour oublier une deuile
Javance ma vie cest un puzzle
Jetais obliger de mettre des frere dans des cerceuil
J'ai un bon coeur c'est mon porte bonneheure
Toute ma vie je suis tomber sur des malheure
Ils ont parler je les ai pardonner
Etant donner j'etais pas affolé
les jaloux mont abandonné
Dans ma tete c'est le desordres
Sache qu'ici personne me donne des ordre
La violance partout j'prefere la paix baba
Un vrai petit connu l'epoque d'obama
Va trop loin et on te bannira
Fait le mal dieu te punira
Et jai mal au coeur
Mais je serai vainqeur
Mais pour linstant chu boxuer
Et pas un acteur
Y a que de dieu jai peur
Tellement enerver il sort de la vapeur
2 ans deja miskine cetais son heure
Remercie toujour ton createur
On a laisser des freres dans des cimtieres
J'pense a ceux au ciel je rate 0 priere
Ensembles on avancait jai recu meme pas 1 tier
De mes frere je suis fiere
Finalement jai trouve la lumiere
On a laisser des frere dans des cimtiere
Notorious le mal aimé
Je marche le coeur abimé
Mais pour aller loin il fallait volé
Mais pour aller loin il fallait volé...
Petit j'etais enerver
Un trou dans le coeur
Je suis tomber sur ke des malheure
Tak tak tien s ton heure
On reconnait le vyce sal menteur
De toi personne a peur
Et je me mettrai en valeur
Et je me mettrai en valeur...
Lyrics
Speel "Ptsd"
af op Apple Music
"PTSD"
My PTSD startin' to kick in so I gotta get high...
My PTSD startin' to kick in so I gotta get high
Trey shot that nigga out my car so now I gotta get low
I ain't no city boy 'cus I love my bitch
Nigga but that don't mean that I don't love my hoes
Niggas tried to smack me up so now I'm razorin him
Don't try and dap me up lil' nigga you are not my bro
Trey shot that nigga out my car so I gotta get low
They know we bend blocks, nigga welcome to the party
Got on the head of his only daughter
Then I dunk her head in that holy water
Niggas shootin' we gon shoot back
Sittin' at the table like the quarter 5
They know Imma do ya
Aimin' for medulla
Cooler than a cooler
Shoota with a shoota
AK on my shoulder like I'm Malcom X
'Cus I ain't goin' out like I'm Martin Luther
Nigga open up the door nigga I know you home
It's a hundred crip niggas standing on ya lawn
Gave up that cheese get that Provolone
And I ain't talkin' on the phone 'cus I ain't playin' with 'em
I got a K for the cuz if he hit you
If I call Nebby Bleu he come and get you
Call Dre that's the new Tom Brady
'Cus he be sendin' shots like it's Mason
My PTSD startin' to kick in so I gotta get high
Trey shot that nigga out my car so now I gotta get low
I ain't no city boy 'cus I love my bitch
Nigga but that don't mean that I don't love my hoes
Niggas tried to smack me up so now I'm razorin him
Don't try and dap me up lil' nigga you are not my bro
Trey shot that nigga out my car so I gotta get low
They know we bend blocks, nigga welcome to the party
Niggas always talkin' hot and runnin' they mouth
Until I kick down the door and run in they house
Have they mother on the floor wit the gun in her mouth
Like what's that shit up on the net that y'all was talkin' bout
I put that on my son that Imma take it there
Cus where you come from and where I come from I ain't playin fair
My lil homie died and I ain't drop a tear
I just roll a spliff and put it in the air
I'm big 092 niggas know I'm woo
I look a nigga in his face like "Who you talkin' to?"
I need 25k or I ain't walkin' through
I need 25k or I ain't walkin' through
I spent 20 on my wrist and 20 on a chain
I be spoiling myself so I could ease the pain
Digital Dash I be switching lanes
I was sitting on the bench but now I'm in the game
My PTSD startin' to kick in so I gotta get high
Trey shot that nigga out my car so now I gotta get low
I ain't no city boy 'cus I love my bitch
Nigga but that don't mean that I don't love my hoes
Niggas tried to smack me up so now I'm razorin him
Don't try and dap me up lil' nigga you are not my bro
Trey shot that nigga out my car so I gotta get low
They know we bend blocks, nigga welcome to the party
My PTSD startin' to kick in so I gotta get high...
My PTSD startin' to kick in so I gotta get high
Trey shot that nigga out my car so now I gotta get low
I ain't no city boy 'cus I love my bitch
Nigga but that don't mean that I don't love my hoes
Niggas tried to smack me up so now I'm razorin him
Don't try and dap me up lil' nigga you are not my bro
Trey shot that nigga out my car so I gotta get low
They know we bend blocks, nigga welcome to the party
Got on the head of his only daughter
Then I dunk her head in that holy water
Niggas shootin' we gon shoot back
Sittin' at the table like the quarter 5
They know Imma do ya
Aimin' for medulla
Cooler than a cooler
Shoota with a shoota
AK on my shoulder like I'm Malcom X
'Cus I ain't goin' out like I'm Martin Luther
Nigga open up the door nigga I know you home
It's a hundred crip niggas standing on ya lawn
Gave up that cheese get that Provolone
And I ain't talkin' on the phone 'cus I ain't playin' with 'em
I got a K for the cuz if he hit you
If I call Nebby Bleu he come and get you
Call Dre that's the new Tom Brady
'Cus he be sendin' shots like it's Mason
My PTSD startin' to kick in so I gotta get high
Trey shot that nigga out my car so now I gotta get low
I ain't no city boy 'cus I love my bitch
Nigga but that don't mean that I don't love my hoes
Niggas tried to smack me up so now I'm razorin him
Don't try and dap me up lil' nigga you are not my bro
Trey shot that nigga out my car so I gotta get low
They know we bend blocks, nigga welcome to the party
Niggas always talkin' hot and runnin' they mouth
Until I kick down the door and run in they house
Have they mother on the floor wit the gun in her mouth
Like what's that shit up on the net that y'all was talkin' bout
I put that on my son that Imma take it there
Cus where you come from and where I come from I ain't playin fair
My lil homie died and I ain't drop a tear
I just roll a spliff and put it in the air
I'm big 092 niggas know I'm woo
I look a nigga in his face like "Who you talkin' to?"
I need 25k or I ain't walkin' through
I need 25k or I ain't walkin' through
I spent 20 on my wrist and 20 on a chain
I be spoiling myself so I could ease the pain
Digital Dash I be switching lanes
I was sitting on the bench but now I'm in the game
My PTSD startin' to kick in so I gotta get high
Trey shot that nigga out my car so now I gotta get low
I ain't no city boy 'cus I love my bitch
Nigga but that don't mean that I don't love my hoes
Niggas tried to smack me up so now I'm razorin him
Don't try and dap me up lil' nigga you are not my bro
Trey shot that nigga out my car so I gotta get low
They know we bend blocks, nigga welcome to the party
Loop
I’d be rapping and clapping them haters be napping, be doin this shit in me sleep, heal fast and go asleep, everything is on repeat, next day comes and your 18, your stuck in your latest dream, still smoking green, so you forget wa you see, am sick and tired of not being free, tell these bitches I’d rather chase the ps,
Yo ye mates would rather judge you than compliment ye man that’s bad jeez, I couldn’t believe it, I was only 18 with a fucked up mind, and I still had time to realise the lies, everybody was crying moaning about their life’s, but me I was different Child, I tried to find the right time to heal and shine, and i did until that one time,
I’ve started to fail and ive started to lose my game, which made me ask if I turning insane, cos things could never be the same, i didnt know what to do my life, kept thinking it was just a game , ive started to feel lost, wanted to be left alone, wanted to cry at home, my mind was just glowing up, i felt like blowing things away, why?
Cos ye been used ye whole life, by the same people who said they cared when u wasn’t prepared, ye sit here lie, ye sit here cry, sittin here gettin high, looking up in the sky wishing you could die, watching ye mama cry telling her everything’s gonna be fine, but der just lies cos am wishing to die, thinking being part of crime,
Tell her I wasted my time, Ano that’s aright, I’ve been on a mission ever since, tryna move forward ignoring the past, but things have just went so so fast, I thought I was depressed but that shit was a t t test,
So that’s when I knew, i was going blessed. I’ve started getting dressed, but tha Gucci shit don’t make me feel any more better than shopping Adidas. So here we go, I got text from this bitch who I used to love and it wasn’t coz of her breasts,
She fucked my mind that much I started seeing everyone’s dead mothers, she dared to act so blind even tho i was so nice, I gave her everything I could, but she just drove me over, Everything I said I meant it ,never did use people cos that’s not me,That shit just keeps holding me back, never leaving me alone, and I keep telling it that’s not me,
Life is hard man ano ,so let’s chill aba it x4
Yo just chill take pill, watch film make up ye own will, so you know what u gotta do to live,
Am just kid I know but am not never gonna miss, cos so many years I missed, I kissed bitch she broke my heart, got a job and pissed away, mates that fucked me off, all schools years and fucked them all. How many times have I let my family down a lot , everything will never be the same,x 2
I don’t know how much longer I can keep it going, I want to sleep, but I can’t, so I just stay up all night thinking what to say next, wishing for all this shit to disappear , if you could walk in my shoes living my life that am living, ye wouldn’t last a whole minute my man. Cos I’ve been sending people love but all am getting back is excuses,
I know this shit cos every time I tried to speak those people they just shut me down, leaving me on the fucking ground. But u see once upon a time those people where the once I wished all my best to, and tried to help them as much as I can ,And really really Is really that hard? For people to Understand what am going through, when your own thoughts killed your fucking whole childhood,
Imagine having dreams that your gonna die a 20 , Ano it’s only a dream but it makes me feel weak, I wanna speak about it that’s to everyone who wants to talk about it , am only 18 but I feel like 25 that’s failed in life and has not purpose to live opon it, as scary as it seems I ain’t dropping now cos am here to drop a show before I go , so I can let everybody know that your not alone,
Life is hard man ano ,so let’s chill aba it ye x4
Yo just chill take pill, watch film make up ye own will, so you know what u gotta do to live,
Am just kid I know but am not never gonna miss, cos so many years I missed, I kissed bitch she broke my heart, got a job and pissed away, mates that fucked me off, all schools years and fucked them all. How many times have I let my family down a lot, everything will never be the same.
As much as we want to go back in time and fix are lifes, we can’t cos it’s just too late, keep tha in mind or otherwise you’ll be in a bad state.
My PTSD startin' to kick in so I gotta get high
Trey shot that nigga out my car so now I gotta get low
I ain't no city boy 'cause I love my bitch
Nigga, but that don't mean that I don't love my hoes
Niggas tried to smack me up so now I'm raising hell
Don't try and dap me up, lil' nigga, you are not my bro
Trey shot that nigga out my car so now I gotta get low
They know we bend blocks, welcome to the party
[Verse 1]
Dot on the head of his only daughter
Then I dunk her head in that holy water
Niggas shootin', we gon' shoot back
Sittin' at the table like Tha Carter 5
They know I'ma do you, aimin' for medulla
Cooler than a cooler, shooter with a shooter
AK on my shoulder like I'm Malcom X
'Cause I ain't goin' out like I'm Martin Luther
Nigga open up the door, nigga, I know you home
It's a hundred Crip niggas standing on your lawn
Give up that cheese, give that Provolone
And I ain't talkin' on the phone 'cause I ain't playin' with 'em
I got a K for the cuz if he hit you
If I call Nappy Blue, he come and get you
Call Dread, that's the new Tom Brady
'Cause he be sendin' shots like it's missile
[Chorus]
My PTSD startin' to kick in so I gotta get high
Trey shot that nigga out my car so now I gotta get low
I ain't no city boy 'cause I love my bitch
Nigga, but that don't mean that I don't love my hoes
Niggas tried to smack me up so now I'm raising hell
Don't try and dap me up, lil' nigga, you are not my bro
Trey shot that nigga out my car so now I gotta get low
They know we bend blocks, welcome to the party
[Verse 2]
Niggas always talkin' hot and runnin' they mouth
Until I kick down they door and run in they house
Have they mother on the floor with the gun in her mouth
Like what's that shit up on the 'net your son was talkin' 'bout?
I put that on my son that I'ma take it there
'Cause when you come from where I come from, I ain't playin fair
My lil' homie die and I ain't drop a tear
I just rolled a spliff and put it in the air
I'm big 092, niggas know I'm Woo
I look a nigga in his face like "Who you talkin' to?"
I need 25K or I ain't walkin' through
I need 25K or I ain't walkin' through
I spent twenty on my wrist and twenty on a chain
I be spoiling myself so I can ease the pain
Digital dash, I be switching lanes
I was sitting on the bench, but now I'm in the game
[Chorus]
My PTSD startin' to kick in so I gotta get high
Trey shot that nigga out my car so now I gotta get low
I ain't no city boy 'cause I love my bitch
Nigga, but that don't mean that I don't love my hoes
Niggas tried to smack me up so now I'm raising hell
Don't try and dap me up, lil' nigga, you are not my bro
Trey shot that nigga out my car so now I gotta get low
They know we bend blocks, welcome to the party
PTSD startin' to kick in so I gotta get high
Trey shot that nigga out my car so now I gotta get low
I ain't no city boy 'cause I love my bitch
Nigga, but that don't mean that I don't love my hoes
Niggas tried to smack me up so now I'm raising hell
Don't try and dap me lil' nigga you are not my bro
Trey shot that nigga out my car so now I gotta get low
They know we bend blocks, welcome to the party
Dot on the head of his only daughter
Then I dunk her head in that holy water
Niggas shootin', we gon' shoot back
Sittin' at the table like Tha Carter 5
They know I'ma do ya
Aimin' for medulla
Cooler than a cooler
Shoota with a shoota
AK on my shoulder like I'm Malcom X
'Cause I ain't goin' out like I'm Martin Luther
Nigga open up the door nigga I know you home
It's a hundred Crip niggas standing on ya lawn
Give up that cheese, give that Provolone
And I ain't talkin' on the phone 'cause I ain't playin' with 'em
I got a K for the cuz if he hit you
If I call Nappy Blue he comin' to get you
Call Dread, that's the new Tom Brady
'Cause he be sendin' shots like it's missle
My PTSD startin' to kick in so I gotta get high
Trey shot that nigga out my car so now I gotta get low
I ain't no city boy 'cause I love my bitch
Nigga, but that don't mean that I don't love my hoes
Niggas tried to smack me up so now I'm raising hell
Don't try and dap me lil' nigga you are not my bro
Trey shot that nigga out my car so now I gotta get low
They know we bend blocks, welcome to the
R I S
My homies dyin on the street and now i gotta get high
Ops pull up to the door you know they all wanted the smoke
He was in the trap lacking so he pulled the poke
They put 10 shots into the door and now he chasing hell
And done never said a word never held a lurk
Niggas out here in the fields like they huntin birds
Put a draco to your mama like she know the work
Bitch im so fucking high i be off the percs
Im off the perc and im off the xan
40 shots in the tec he do the running man
Shoot up your crib thats the plan
I got the glock it gotta stock thats why you ran
U want the coca i got the snow
The cartels rollin they already know
Tristate area increasing the murder rate
I just dropped 15 pills man im feeling great
My shoota done been showing up late
If he was at the trap before he could’ve changed his fate
Instead he out 6 feet under in a crate
While im rolling up dope deep in the state
My homies dyin on the street and now i gotta get high
Ops pull up to the door you know they all wanted the smoke
He was in the trap lacking so he pulled the poke
They put 10 shots into the door and now he chasing hell
And done never said a word never held a lurk
Niggas out here in the fields like they huntin birds
Put a draco to your mama like she know the work
Bitch im so fucking high i be off the percs
Im stunting gucci im copping fendi
I be feeling so fucking numb off the henny
This how it is in New York State
The ops be pulling up showing you all hate
12 be pullin up throw u in the cages
Free Kendo out the block he in the last stages
He prayin for his life every day
And for his child man he hoping they dont take away
You put in the work you hustle and grind
You make your bread up the only way you survive
You keep that stick with you dont be caught lacking
Or else the ops are at your dome cause you know they packing
My homies dyin on the street and now i gotta get high
Ops pull up to the door you know they all wanted the smoke
He was in the trap lacking so he pulled the poke
They put 10 shots into the door and now he chasing hell
And done never said a word never held a lurk
Niggas out here in the fields like they huntin birds
Put a draco to your mama like she know the work
Bitch im so fucking high i be off the percs
Tonami obrót mieć tak jak węgiel
Palić koncertować kroić penge
Dopczyc za uśmiech a nie za penge
Najlepiej raz na dzień, czaisz No może więcej
Buch za nim wejdę
Coś tak jak bastage
Po tym mi najlepiej dlatego zawsze wszędzie
bad quality man
Only otsd🍄
My ptsd starting to kick in / so I gotta get high / lawyers helping to fight my case / hope I make home / haters wanna c nigga down / im not laughing /no clowns /just gonna keep holding it downn./ these plugs know me they just drop off the pounds / 99 cents store for the baggies / start breaking it down / family know im wrong / but imma get right / we all got one life so im living mine nice / late night come its henny with ice / designer jars got them wanna take my life / demons on my back / and the monkey in the wild / im praying my boy get over these trails../ if he have to serve time / change of state of mind / life on line thats how you a pay fine / its yours take his / how it becomes a crime / more the merrier, in the marriot she serve them thighs / always hungry / getting chicken / serving pies/ on look out for carl winslow and k9 / we just little kids getting fines / now we always looking and talking about prison times.
Wow you stole sospecial Dedicate beat
Bart West so what?? If you look all over TH-cam that’s the only thing you see
@@EtherealSingerr what?
Crazy best but the flow is garbage
My PTSD startin' to kick in so I gotta get high...
My PTSD startin' to kick in so I gotta get high
Trey shot that nigga out my car so now I gotta get low
I ain't no city boy 'cus I love my bitch
Nigga but that don't mean that I don't love my hoes
Niggas tried to smack me up so now I'm razorin him
Don't try and dap me up lil' nigga you are not my bro
Trey shot that nigga out my car so I gotta get low
They know we bend blocks, nigga welcome to the party
Got on the head of his only daughter
Then I dunk her head in that holy water
Niggas shootin' we gon shoot back
Sittin' at the table like the quarter 5
They know Imma do ya
Aimin' for medulla
Cooler than a cooler
Shoota with a shoota
AK on my shoulder like I'm Malcom X
'Cus I ain't goin' out like I'm Martin Luther
Nigga open up the door nigga I know you home
It's a hundred crip niggas standing on ya lawn
Gave up that cheese get that Provolone
And I ain't talkin' on the phone 'cus I ain't playin' with 'em
I got a K for the cuz if he hit you
If I call Nebby Bleu he come and get you
Call Dre that's the new Tom Brady
'Cus he be sendin' shots like it's Mason
My PTSD startin' to kick in so I gotta get high
Trey shot that nigga out my car so now I gotta get low
I ain't no city boy 'cus I love my bitch
Nigga but that don't mean that I don't love my hoes
Niggas tried to smack me up so now I'm razorin him
Don't try and dap me up lil' nigga you are not my bro
Trey shot that nigga out my car so I gotta get low
They know we bend blocks, nigga welcome to the party
Niggas always talkin' hot and runnin' they mouth
Until I kick down the door and run in they house
Have they mother on the floor wit the gun in her mouth
Like what's that shit up on the net that y'all was talkin' bout
I put that on my son that Imma take it there
Cus where you come from and where I come from I ain't playin fair
My lil homie died and I ain't drop a tear
I just roll a spliff and put it in the air
I'm big 092 niggas know I'm woo
I look a nigga in his face like "Who you talkin' to?"
I need 25k or I ain't walkin' through
I need 25k or I ain't walkin' through
I spent 20 on my wrist and 20 on a chain
I be spoiling myself so I could ease the pain
Digital Dash I be switching lanes
I was sitting on the bench but now I'm in the game
My PTSD startin' to kick in so I gotta get high
Trey shot that nigga out my car so now I gotta get low
I ain't no city boy 'cus I love my bitch
Nigga but that don't mean that I don't love my hoes
Niggas tried to smack me up so now I'm razorin him
Don't try and dap me up lil' nigga you are not my bro
Trey shot that nigga out my car so I gotta get low
They know we bend blocks, nigga welcome to the party