text: PTSD Lyrics
  The Elements
  Yo
  I got PTSD, I dont need sympathy
  Im industry but Im still in the street
  My young boy got life and that young brother died 
  And neither side screamed Victory
  Them niggas cant gather the heart to go ride 
  So they sneak dissin on me
  Throw my heart on the line, they dont feel it like me 
  No sweatboxes, fuck a 
  You want bringers from me but werent visitin me 
  You know what Im like, two wrong dont make rights 
  So I still did it for free 
  Countin this money aint bringin me peace, yеah
  Same way countin this money, make mе feel relieved 
  Armed jakes and I pray Im goin straight to the station
  I come off vacation, I need a vacation 
  Somebodys hatin, is it Gang Unit?
  Or did I just piss off probation again? 
  I got beef in the streets and I cant get nicked at my shavers again 
  I just caught a next case, them lawyer fees I gotta pay them again 
  Somebody got shot and it wasnt by Kaylum
  They say theres postcode wars, now theres wars on the postcode
  Dont know how Im still loyal to the pavement 
  See a opp boy go from hero to zero and didnt get praised for his braveness
  Bought hope to the trench, they dont wanna hope for the dawn, no 
  I got PTSD, I dont need sympathy
  Im industry but Im still in the street
  My young boy got life and that young brother died 
  And neither side screamed Victory
  Them niggas cant gather the heart to go ride 
  So they sneak dissin on me
  Throw my heart on the line, they dont feel it like me 
  No sweatboxes, fuck a 
  You want bringers from me but werent visitin me 
  You know what Im like, two wrong dont make rights 
  So I still did it for free 
  Countin this money aint bringin me peace, yeah
  Same way countin this money, make me feel relieved 
  I put that Q on top of the two-pack and made changes 
  I was married to the T-house before them rose and talkin stages 
  Free little bro, we aint spoke in ages 
  Have one of the Gs come home then the next one goes
  Oh no, its comin like Usher, tradin places 
  If I got from the court staff 
  He coulda got caught with the corner
  Im out in the safe house or the transporter
  Denzel Washington, Jason Statham 
  The brosdem wont let me glide no more
  Cant have a superstar out in Leyton 
  Skeng in the hands, got a opp and I shaved him 
  Live and twist 
  I got PTSD, I dont need sympathy
  Im industry but Im still in the street
  My young boy got life and that young brother died 
  And neither side screamed Victory
  Them niggas cant gather the heart to go ride 
  So they sneak dissin on me
  Throw my heart on the line, they dont feel it like me 
  No sweatboxes, fuck a 
  You want bringers from me but werent visitin me 
  You know what Im like, two wrong dont make rights 
  So I still did it for free 
  Countin this money aint bringin me peace, yeah
  Same way countin this money, make me feel relieved Embed