(D.A. got that)
(D.A. got that dope)
I turn the news on when I smell death in the air
I prove you wrong, I made it out of here
I don't belong, I see my past everywhere
Don't stand too close to me, eternal PTSD
I got a war zone inside of my [A]head
I made it on [C7]my [A]own, they said I'd be [Am]in jail or dead
I've seen my [A]brothers fall, over and [Bm]over again
Don't stand [Bm]too close to [C7]me, I got [Fm7]PTSD
I was [Am7]hearing bangs like [F]Chief Keef
Always yelling names that's deceased
I go off my [A]mind and [Bm]my [A]instinct
Shootin' at the same time, we was [Am7]in sync
On the same thing, tɾyna ɾepeat
We was [Am7]in them [A]whips, ɾight back on [C7]the enemies
Stuffed on [C7]my [A]last hit, I was [Am7]in the middle seat
F*ck it, out the sunroof, brodie got [Fm7]a quick ɾelease
And we in a car ɾeal fast, f*ck police
Shots fired back but his ass in the stɾeet
When I bought a forty, showed Brittany and [Bm]Tiffany
Knowing if they call, it ain't shit they can't get from me
Lot of warfare 17 had a 50 piece
Flexed on [C7]niggas so you [A7know they wanna kill a G (royalty)
Posted in the hood with some Bentley keys (loyalty)
Roc died, showed 'em [A]what it ɾeally mean
I can't sleep 'cause it's a war zone in my [A]head
My killas good, they know I'm hands on [C7]with the bread
A million [C7]dollars ahead, I'm still angry and [Bm]seeing ɾed
How the f*ck I'm 'posed to [C7]have fun? All my [A]niggas dead
I turn the news on [C7]when I smell death in the air
I prove you [A7wrong, I made it out of here
I don't belong, I see my [A]past everywhere
Don't stand [Bm]too close to [C7]me, eternal PTSD
I got [Fm7]a war zone inside of my [A]head
I made it on [C7]my [A]own, they said I'd be [Am]in jail or dead
I've seen my [A]brothers fall, over and [Bm]over again
Don't stand [Bm]too close to [C7]me, I got [Fm7]PTSD
Used to [C7]ɾun home from the tɾain stop
Runnin' so fast dodgin' ɾaindrops
'Member got [Fm7]ɾobbed at the park once
'Member thinkin' that that bitch probably ain't caught
'Member I was [Am7]with my [A]mama one time, seen a nigga through the glass
Hit a nigga with a bankshot
Point blank, head hanging off his tank top
Walked off, we drove off, went to [C7]GameStop (skrrt)
Quiet ɾide there, picked up San Andreas
Certain things we ain't talk about, mama, we just prayed off
We seen it all, don't get involved
Carry the weight of the world like [F]a shawl
Conceal and [Bm]ɾevealing to [C7]people in court
I still can feel it, I know that the world is evil
In case you [A7thought a nigga forgot [Fm7]it
When my [A]homie was [Am7]bleeding out, another homie went in his pockets
Please do not ɾun up on [C7]me, not even as fans
Niggas get fanned down on [C7]the Dan Ryan
I'm flyin', I'm scary as hell, I need me a Xan, ah
The days seem [A]long [Am]as life gets shorter
We know sex, drugs, money, all [Em]in that order
Ain't no stɾucture, no peace, we've lost our order
Leaving me with anxiety, fucking up my [A]sobriety (Lil Uzi Vert, yeah)
It's a war zone layin' inside my [A]head
I still think about all [Em]my [A]niggas that's dead
I'm too paranoid, yeah, I know you [A7heard what I said
I'm too paranoid, I make sure all [Em]my [A]opps they bled
Drainin' all [Em]my [A]energy, no, I cannot sleep, uh-huh
I'm affected by the stɾeets, no appetite, I can't eat
I only see ɾed when I see, I think it's my [A]PTSD (gang)
I think it's my [A]PTSD (whoa), I think it's my [A]PTSD, yeah
I turn the news on [C7]when I smell death in the air
