PTSD Lyrics

Comeup

Gifted niggas

I know you feeling the weather

I know you feeling the weather

I know you know

I know you feeling the weather

I know you feeling the weather

I know you know

I know you feeling the weather

I know you feeling the weather

Who do you love

I know you feeling the weather

I know you feeling the weather

Through the hard times

I got to get through it

It feel like I can't

Feel like I'm running in a place

If you don't get money won't be made

Topping it off I just lost my job

The rent going to be late

They done put more weight on my plate

I been through way too much to complain

Say you on green then you better mean it

Know I'm on go

Ain't got no time to be playing these games

Got PTSD because we was just broke

Anxiety high too much on line

Be damned if I choke

My mind in a maze feel like I'm in chains

But through the worst days

Could never lost hope

Run it up

No a nigga ain't made but I'm coming up

Had to double my wage just to cut it up

For them bitches

Who thought I wasn't good enough

I ain't even going think

What you thought it was

I'm a change up the game

I'm a one of one

Shoulder chip on my chain

I'm a one them up

Trying to jack off the slang

He ain't one of us

Give a fuck about fame

I just want the love

We can't keep doing this

It bring too much pain

I can't keep cordial

With close ones I can't

Claiming you hate me

Then back at my place

Pour up the codeine

Then back into space

Through the hard times

I got to get through it

It feel like I can't

Feel like I'm running in a place

If you don't get money won't be made

Topping it off I just lost my job

The rent going to be late

They done put more weight on my plate

I been through way too much to complain

Through the hard times

I got to get through it

It feel like I can't

Feel like I'm running in a place

If you don't get money won't be made

Topping it off I just lost my job

The rent going to be late

They done put more weight on my plate

I been through way too much to complain

Say you on green then you better mean it

Know I'm on go

Ain't got no time to be playing these games

Got PTSD because we was just broke

Anxiety high too much on line

Be damned if I choke

My mind in a maze feel like I'm in chains

But through the worst days

Could never lost hope

Comeup

Gifted niggas