text: D.A. got that—
  D.A. got that dope
  I turn the news on when I smell death in the air
  I prove you wrong, I made it out of here
  I dont belong, I see my past everywhere
  Dont stand too close to me, eternal PTSD
  I got a war zone on inside of my head
  I made it on my own, they said Id be in jail or dead
  Ive seen my brothers fall over and over again
  Dont stand too close to me, I got PTSD
  I was hearing bangs like Chief Keef
  Always yelling names thats deceased
  I go off my mind and my instinct 
  Shootin at the same time, we was in sync
  On the same thing, tryna repeat 
  We was in them whips, right back on the enemies
  Stuffed on my last hit, I was in the middle seat
  Fuck it, out the sun roof, brodie got a quick release
  And we in a car real fast from police
  Shots fired back, but his ass in the street
  When I bought a forty, showed Brittany and Tiffany
  Knowing if they call, it aint shit they cant get from me
  Lot of warfare, 17, had a 50 piece
  Flexed on niggas so you know they wanna kill a G
   Posted in the hood with some Bentley keys
   Roc died, showed em what it really mean
  I cant sleep cause its a war zone in my head
  My killers good, they know Im hands-on with the bread
  A million dollars ahead, Im still angry and seeing red
  How the fuck Im posed to have fun? All my niggas dead
  I turn the news on when I smell death in the air
  I prove you wrong, I made it out of here
  I dont belong, I see my past everywhere
  Dont stand too close to me, eternal PTSD
  I got a war zone on inside of my head
  I made it on my own, they said Id be in jail or dead
  Ive seen my brothers fall over and over again 
  Dont stand too close to me , I got PTSD
  Used to run home from the train stop 
  Running so fast, dodging raindrops
  Member got robbed at the park once 
  Member thinking that that bitch probably aint cocked 
  Member I was with my mama one time
  Seen a nigga through the glass, hit a nigga with a bankshot 
  Point-blank, head hanging off his tank top 
  Walked off, we drove off, went to GameStop 
  Quiet ride there, picked up San Andreas 
  Certain things we aint talk about, mama, we just prayed off
  We seen it all, dont get involved
  Carry the weight of the world like a shawl 
  Conceal and revealing to people in court
  I still can feel it, I know that the world is evil, in case you thought a nigga forgot it
  When my homie was bleeding out, another homie went in his pockets 
  Please do not run up on me, not even as fans
  Niggas get fanned down on the Dan Ryan
  Im flying, Im scary as hell, I need me a Xan 
  The days seem longer as life gets shorter
  We know sex, drugs, money, all in that order
  Aint no structure, no peace, weve lost our order
  Leaving me with anxiety, fucking up my sobriety 
  Its a war zone laying inside my head
  I still think about all my niggas thats dead
  Im too paranoid, yeah, I know you heard what I said
  Im too paranoid, I make sure all my opps, they bled 
  Draining all my energy, no, I cannot sleep, uh-huh
  Im affected by the streets, no appetite, I cant eat
  I only see red when I see, I think its my PTSD 
  I think its my PTSD , I think its my PTSD, yeah 
  I turn the news on when I smell death in the air