PTSD Paroles

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 go no heart"
You can get let down when you love too hard
Hundrеd roses ain't gonna fix it, maybe a Chanel bag

Ayy, No onе 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

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 Stop that separately, ask me how I am, don't mentally

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
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