Franchize - PTSD

Yea yea
TRG TRG TRG
Get what you want

I gotta mask, protect me from the virus
And something else, protect me from the scheming
Came up in the jungle, niggas slide, jack shit
Or they be triple beam dreaming
There wasn't much hope but we figured it out
We was coppin
Now it's bigger amounts
Throw some extras in stocks
Even if it jus a little
I'm learning to make the wealth simple

T house mask on cuz it Smokey
Closed curtains cuz the neighbors nosey
I can't be sleeping I'm gettting them nightmares
O.T. I'm bleaching been up for light years
Not in the city I cannot be stuck there
Helping niggas I was getting no luck there
Ash Ketchum I gotta get em all
Free samples they was testing the raw
I fell in love with the stove
Dope in the pot Macarena then I let her go
I fell in love with the road
I ain't be missing no plays
I'm out here more then home
I love it when I be a loner
It just be me and my phone
Fuck wit the gang you a goner
I built my life off of principles
And I bust it down to the decimal

Snakes rats cops sirens
PTSD
Even bitches can line you
Fake love, sneaky liars
Coming up that all the shit be around you
The Hunger
I aint want feel again
On my mama
Everything we done came up in
Gave us trauma
You making it outta this
Be the lotto

You make it outta this you the man
I ain't leave the city till what I came wit is finished
Switch up the spot
Shit be getting lil fishy
Dirty money safe getting real filthy
I fell in love wit the stove
She introduced me to the bands
I started building my phone
And no hand out just foot work
We came up wit the hitters pushers
I love it when I be a loner
On the go I ain't scared of corona
I'm on the road not for show
Pass to my bro give and go
He gon deal wit it if I can't
You ain't no
what come wit this shit
I be in the zone, smoke that shit till I can't
Sometimes, I be done wit that bitch
But I fuck wit her, I know she feel the same
I fell in love with the stove
Dope in the pot Macarena white girl get me paid
I fell in love with the road
I ain't be missing no plays
Can't be broke make no change
I Love my fiends all the same
But It ain't none like a booster
Whipping a rooster
I can't be round none fuga
Im with the shooters

Snakes rats cops sirens
Ptsd
Even bitches can line you
Fake love sneaky liars
Coming up that al the shit be around you
Hunger
I aint want feel again
On my momoa
Everything we came up in
Gave us trauma
You making it outta this
That the lotto

Written by:
Rajhaun Smart

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