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swag toof – thug p.t.s.d. lyrics

[hook: choirboy]
that’s just life dealing with the highs and lows
b-mpy roads no control how this life just make ya wanna run away

[verse 1: pepperboy]
the pieces to the puzzle seem always missing make a n-gg- give up like he didn’t listen
real talk – i was on the edge
i sold a little dope but didn’t go unfed
slap ya hands for me – a n-gg- got right
no more selling rocks hanging out all night
gotta focus now i’m on these beats
i rap about it my name known in the streets
pepperboy
please say it loud roll a blunt up appreciate my style
born on the blocc we get it from the start got a purple heart when n-gg-s shot me in the dark
38 yeah i felt that sting
hot bullet in my stomach oh the pain it bring
still feel it – i got that p.t.s
we strive hard hard and hustle to do our best

[hook]

[verse 2: ouija macc]
why you watching me
ain’t n-body robbing me i swam through the belly of the beast made them vomit me
five slugs in me with the fiends straight watching me
give into death and i ain’t let a single cop talk to me
the og’s told me little woadie never switch without your honor they gon’ fucc you like a b-tch
what the fucc is white privilege to a cracka from the hood muddaf-cka we ain’t interested
i’m riding on a drone – riding on a drone
polo sport cologne get obama on the phone and i fly over the gutter all i see is murder
swerve up to suburbia they barbecuing burgers
man i grew up round some crib gang pimps and curb servers then the sixth grade came we was already burglars
but tribulations put me on a different path (?) so none of that fucc sh-t that i’m with so you can kiss my cracker -ss

[hook]

[verse 3: choir boy]
woke up in the hood but i grew up in the sticks though
p-ss poor little muddaf-ckka acting 6’4
slicker than some crisco poppin’ sh-t like pistols
couple crackers doing it but none of them like this though
never put a homie on a stacc like that
if you really knew me wouldn’t act like that
just a cat that rap with a pacc that clap never acctin blacc you can tracc that bacc
bad muddaf-ckka grew round hicks and truckas leave yo -ss in them crutches who the fucc wanna judge us
this (?)
before there was a rapper drake
(?)
before i knew how to skate them guns was pointed at my face
momma said that there’d be days like this
i don’t know why the lord would put me in a place like this
how the fucc am i suppose to feed and raise my kids around this maze that i’m in and i’m amazed i did
the tribulations made me who i is fam first and the rest of you can chew my kiss

[hook]

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