PTSD - Kenny Mason

Studied this shit that’s how I know buddy a bitch

He putty this shit, get bloodier

Niggas get money and switch, yeen come from this shit

Yeen covered just 'cause yo' buddy is

My boy cuddle with clips, he’ll cut him and dip

I’m subtle but still gon' cover him

Caught my plug on a lick

We can stuff yo' cut in his shit but we ain’t gon' cut him in

I’m in Mechanicsville where da mechanics live

Bruh got that cannon filled and he know how to film

All my abandonment made me connect with the savages

Met my connect now I’m having it

I got to have a lil' Glock I’m in Adamsville

Last time I seen him my patna was after him

Don’t know what happen and no I’m not askin' him

Niggas ain’t had a meal, don’t want no happy meal

Swear to God

I can tell by his eyes he ain’t scared of God

I can tell the whole time it was hella flawed

I can tell he was frightened but played it off

I can tell da whole 9 to meet at ya' job

I can tell 'em what time to be at the clock

I was careful designing the execution

No electrocution, I know they was shocked

I can walk through the fire, won’t sweat a drop

Everybody outside gotta carry Glocks

If some angels don’t walk with you, better jog

'Cause the gate ain’t that tall any pet can hop…

I was raised in the jungle like George Atlanta

Georgia no it ain’t compton, but boy it can get gory

I got a lot of recorded scary stories

I got a…

Who the fuck is he, bruh?

He don’t live on my street (bruh)

I know he’s sweet, bruh, nigga 'round here gon' eat, bruh

Sweat in my sleep from PTSD, huh

PTSD, huh, PTSD, huh

Studied this shit that’s how I know buddy a bitch

He putty this shit, get bloodier

Niggas get money and switch, yeen come from this shit

Yeen covered just 'cause yo' buddy is

My boy cuddle with clips, he’ll cut him and dip

I’m subtle but still gon' cover him

Caught my plug on a lick

We can stuff yo' cut in his shit but we ain’t gon' cut him in