P T S D Lyrics - Have A Nice Life - Murs

Post traumatic stress, PTSD 

If you from the hood then you just like me 

Niggas kick in your door for a PS3 

How the fuck do you expect me to be stress free 

Home boy ask me if I been to the surface 

Standing on stage taking flicks got me nervous 

All up in my face when I'm trying to be working 

Sit your fat ass down behind that curtain 

Bitch I'm from the land of the Bloods and the Crips 

Niggas kill niggas just to fuck a bitch 

You could lose your life for that busta shit 

By the time I was 9, see that [?] shit 

Lost more homies than a Iraq vet 

Niggas skipping on groceries to buy that Tec 

Lost a few friends to a rival set 

And I'm still tryna process them side effects 

Extra clips, extra clips 

I see them niggas now when I'm [?] trip 

Gangbang party time, excellent 

Not giving a fuck's a prerequisite 

My testament is so trill 

For the represent is so real 

My residents got evidence I'm a legend [?] 

Pills to the crack game 

Stills in the rap game 

Every nigga rapping tryna feel up that lane 

Back to the backstage 

Punk for the photo [?] catch that fade 

Fuck your badge 

Now you wanna ask me why I'm so mad? 

Get your ass beat for a photograph 

Get the fuck out my dressing room 'fore I go bad 

The homies laugh, I kept it moving 

When they gon' learn that there's more to music 

I do this shit so I could feed my kids 

So they never have to know what a repo is 

You really think you know how my people live? 

You think you down because you know who Deebo is? 

PTSD on my emo shit 

Deep down in my heart, where the evil lives 

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Post traumatic stress, PTSD 

If you from the hood then you just like me 

Niggas kick in your door for a PS3 

How the fuck do you expect me to be stress free 

Post traumatic stress, PTSD 

If you from the hood then you just like me 

Niggas kick in your door for a PS3 

How the fuck do you expect me to be stress free 

You really think you crazy? Bitch let's see 

I ain't playing with a full deck 

I been going through a lot of shit 

Put holes in you like a hairnet 

Emptying the clip 

You picked the wrong nigga to fuck with I ain't with that fake shit, I don't play it 

I'm on some real time 

Ain't no time to be dealing with these phony ass bitch boys 

This a Rolley bitch, hell nah it ain't a false one 

Used to push bricks, but now a nigga push [?] 

Cause G's on your head like a [?] 

Had a hood yelling brothel celebrating and whatnot 

Happy cause he almost terrorizing the whole block 

Breaking into homes, stealing anything they got 

Nobody at his funeral, nobody cried a drop 

Post traumatic, PTSD 

My people wanna work, no J-O-B 

These bitches wanna twerk, shake they boo-ty 

To pay they college tuition, that's what they see on TV 

They mommy and they daddy drop the ball on 'em 

They ain't never there when they call on em 

The ways of the world, the worldly ways 

We living in the last days for our [?] 

And all the real rappers with a lot of shit to say 

The kids now-a-days think they whack today 

Cause my favorite rapper doesn't sound like they 

How the fuck you expect me to be stress free? 

If you from the hood then you just like me 

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Post traumatic stress, PTSD 

If you from the hood then you just like me 

Niggas kick in your door for a PS3 

How the fuck do you expect me to be stress free 

Post traumatic stress, PTSD 

If you from the hood then you just like me 

Niggas kick in your door for a PS3 

How the fuck do you expect me to be stress free 

You really think you crazy? Bitch let's see