Hungry for life And thirsty for the distant river I remember his hands Ayy, no one checked on me when I needed So I just stack my bread Stay in my bag and not in my feelings Overthink too much, I get distracted, start to deep it Ayy, me, I just deal with people exactly how they treat me On the block ain't nothin' but yutes Tryna be bad and hoes that act up I been obsessed with money, I knew I would get my stack up I ain't lackin' on my own, I got me, no back up They talkin' on me and none of it factual Meanwhile bro in the bando, hopin' fed don't raid his yard Ayy, she like, "Boy, you toxic, you ain't got no heart" You can get let down when you love too hard Hundred roses ain't gonna fix it, maybe a Chanel bag (I remember his hands) Ayy, no one checked on me when I needed So I just stack my bread Stay in my bag and not in my feelings Overthink too much, I get distracted, start to deep it Ayy, me, I just deal with people exactly how they treat me (I remember his hands) Don't blow up my phone, I'm busy, ayy Not right now, I'm busy I'm not outside, but after I make this play I go get litty Bad B still wanna link me, but guess what? Not today Try and block my shine, ayy, bro, get out the way You man beef, ain't got no income, that shit dead to me (Dead) I know that hoes still want a reaction, you lot be temptin' me (Temptin' me) I know that I hurt, I cut you off, now you wanna get to me (Get to me) Stop that separately, ask me how I am, don't mentally (I remember his hands) Ayy, no one checked on me when I needed So I just stack my bread Stay in my bag and not in my feelings Overthink too much, I get distracted, start to deep it Ayy, me, I just deal with people exactly how they treat me (I remember his hands) Ayy, no one checked on me when I needed So I just stack my bread Stay in my bag and not in my feelings Overthink too much, I get distracted, start to deep it Ayy, me, I just deal with people exactly how they treat me (ZEL, this shit crazy)

You gotta put it down (yup, yup, yup) You gotta put it down I just can't be with just anybody Captain Wish I could just pick up the phone (ooh, you know I can't do that) You know this blood is set in the stone (so no, I won't go back) Baby, save all that weak shit for your mama Baby, save all that weak shit for your boss at work Had one job, couldn't do it, you fumbled You was talkin' like you was gon' be something, ooh I gave it to you but you messed it up Wasn't good enough One thing I won't do is be with anyone 'Cause I'm not for everyone I can't let you give me PTSD (PTSD) I can't let you give me PTSD (PTSD) I can't let you give me PTSD (PTSD) I can't let you give me PTSD (PTSD) I can't let you give me- Save all that weak shit for your mama (oh, for your mama), I can't let you give me- Baby, save all that weak shit for your boss at work (boss at work, at work), I can't let you give me- Had one job, couldn't do it, you fumbled I can't let you give me PTSD I can't let you give me PTSD I can't let you give me- Post traumatic sex disorder, oh no (you gotta put it down) Post traumatic sex disorder (oh no, oh, oh) Post traumatic (you gotta put it down) Boop (yeah) You're all I think about, admit i You're not even here right now, I'm just thinkin' That booty, them thighs (what else?) Them lips (what else?) that head (ooh, especially the head) 'specially the head Good God almighty, good googly moogly (yeah) She gon' reign true for me (yeah) Girl, what you do to me? (Yeah) I lay the meat like charcuterie Flashback, bottle, late nights in the hatchback (yeah) Shawty from the '80s, tryna bring crack back She want me to kill that thing and I'ma smash that (yeah) She really tryna end up a hashtag Oh, no, no, no (no, no, no) I won't take it slow (slow) You gon' remember this, lay on the floor (floor) 'Cause I don't want your (your), neighbours to hear this shit This gon' be a win, win, win (win) Put it on this twinny, twin, twin (twin) You know what I do, give me round two Oh, I can't let you I can't let you give me PTSD (ooh, oh) I can't let you give me PTSD (woah, oh, oh, oh) I can't let you give me PTSD I can't let you give me PTSD (oh, no) I can't let you give me- Save all that weak shit for your mama (Save all that weak shit for your mama), I can't let you give me- Save all that weak shit for your boss at work (boss at work), I can't let you give me- Had one job, couldn't do it, you fumbled I can't let you give me PTSD I can't let you give me PTSD I can't let you give me- You so nasty, you so, you so classy (damn) You so nasty, you so, you so classy (damn) You so nasty, you so, you so classy (damn) You so nasty, you so, you so classy (damn) Yeah, you gotta have it, get it when I want it You got to have it, get it when I want it Yeah, you gotta have it, get it when I want it Yeah, you gotta have it, get it when I want it

My PTSD startin' to kick in so I gotta get high Uh, uh, ayy 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 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 V 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 Go 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 missiles 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 party 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 20 on my wrist and 20 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 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 party

My face above the water My feet can't touch the ground, Touch the ground, and it feels like I can see the sands on the horizon Everytime you are not around I'm slowly drifting away (drifting away) Wave after wave, wave after wave I'm slowly drifting (drifting away) And it feels like I'm drowning Pulling against the stream Pulling against the stream I wish I could make it easy Easy to love me, love me But still I reach To find a way I'm stuck here in between I'm looking for the right words to say I'm slowly drifting away (drifting away) Wave after wave, wave after wave I'm slowly drifting (drifting away) And it feels like I'm drowning Pulling against the stream Pulling against the stream

Spiel' Arba Meyeh mit Zakariye Sitz' in S-Klassen, hinten, pumpen Elqajiye 2 Meter Zaza tattoowiert 2 Flaschen, Bruder, eskaliert Kopfficks, Topshelfs - in meiner Lunge Ott ist Bombe schreibt mir jetzt mein Kunde WhatsApp, Kotti - treff' mich in einer Stunde 911, Bruder, heilt meine Wunde Echte Brüder, ficke Freunde Beste Matte, Kiste Eule, Bruder komm wir sitzen Rolls Royce Taui für die Sneaker, 2 für die Jacke Bullen wollen mich auf den Boden packen - aber bitte nicht heute Im 9-1-1 Tick mein Leben lang Kripos wollen mich fangen 36 von Anfang an Im 9-1-1 Bango kafa derdo und nicht Raffaello Hayat bayat so wie Aşık Veyso 10 Jahre Rap, zu viele Fotzen schon gesehen X bleibt echt, denn wir pushen bis wir gehen Scheine heilen Wunden aber Kopf ist down Im ganzen Raum Cali-Rauch, keiner holt mich raus AMG - krasser Sound, hört der Nachbar auch Polis Amca klingelt aber guck ich schlafe aus Canim ruft mich an aber es ist noch zu früh Anruf unbekannt immer Action vor der Tür Uber fahren am Kotti, wenn die Scheiße kocht Wenn die Kripo klopft, hoff' dass ich ein Album drop' Im 9-1-1 Tick mein Leben lang Kripos wollen mich fangen 36 von Anfang an Im 9-1-1 Relax Flow, Steak auf'n Tisch - kein Appetit In meiner Gegend macht mich mehr Geld attraktiv Keine Garantie, ich trag das Risiko Steche zu so wie Flüchtlinge vor Tipico Mein kleiner Cousin macht mir nach, fängt mit Packets packen an Vor'm schlafen ein Beddua, der kleine wird ein Geschäftsmann Wir halten die Gruppe stramm, drücken 20k im Monat Der Bunker von mir ist der Bunker von mein Bruder Vertrau mir Bruder - doch vertraue nicht Denn wenn ein Bruder mich beklaut muss ich schießen für dein Gesicht Designer reinigt Seele, Mietwagen Mercedes Kann nicht aufhören - auch wenn ich den Tod vor mir sehe