Artist: Murs f/ E-40 Album: Have a Nice Life Song: P T S D Typed by: AZ Lyrics [Chorus] 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 [Verse 1: Murs] 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 [Chorus] 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 [Verse 2: E-40] 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 [?] my pocket and I stay with a [?] 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 [Chorus] 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