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Hold up Nigga, don't ask where I'm from Just know that I'm capable of blasting a gun Collapsing your lung next to them little kids, having some fun on the Playground We spray rounds till the latter is done, that magnum gets spun The barrel beating like an African drum Imagine a slum where cops is your opps Your opps is your opps Your mom's man jealous, your step pops is your opps (Damn) The block is high, rocks in your socks with the Glock near your crotch Pressing your belly, shooting skelly, trying to pot in the box (Woo) I'm from the era where you only sold drugs if you was who you was (What's up?) And trying to be the plug to get you plugged (Blaow) The money coming in so fast, you getting nervous (Wow) That good dope selling itself, just need workers (Uh) I grew up idolizing the jailers, the tank top wearers The durag tie-ers, the Tyson brick inhalers, the Nike Airers No, no pictures, we don't like cameras (Nah) That Polaroid with ol' boy, that shit just might jam ya (Man) I miss my nigga Jigs, rest in peace Mike Sanders We all grew up too quick, some of us die faster (Wow) My sons ask me about how it was, and when I answer I try to tell them everything, but it feels like cancer Rolling off the tongue is sick, need you to know that (Yo) Letras de cancionesA lot of it is triggering, literally, so I hold back (Pff) Held my man's hand till he died, ice cold fact I'm the last thing my boys eyes saw before they rolled back (The last thing my boys eyes saw before they rolled back) PTSD, PTSD Milk crates, benches, car-hoods, chain-linked fences (Uh-huh) Have a seat in my hood, you in the trenches (Woo) Barbells in a park, we bench lift, monkey bar henchman (Uh) Pull-up, push-ups, and dip-off through the back entrance (Yeah) One of us drop, we retaliate with extreme vengeance (Brr) One of my boys couldn't read, they gave him a mean sentence (Damn) Trauma, don't get picked off by the llama Been in so many problems, you dizzy Yeah, the drama mean (Oh) Picture this kind off scene Daddy gone, mom a fiend I'm a teen, shooting [?] What I have seen with my two eyes is obscene It crept inside my dreams Jumping out my sleep, I screamed till I was 19 (Oh) And that's only the stuff I share There's a behind the scenes that only me and God know well May the choir sing (Amen) Far as the hood, yeah, I'm absent still (Word) But let me ask you this If you escaped hell, would you go back and chill? (Hm) Try to fetch a pill of water, end up like Jack and Jill Tumbling down a hill while spilling, this ain't a Jack and Jill (No) It's one way in, one way out of this shit Keep going, don't look back, but never forget PTSD, PTSD From Letras Mania