Video Ptsd Demo 1 de Juice Wrld 2024 Rap Lyrics

Juice Wrld - Ptsd Demo 1 Lyrics

[Intro]
D.A. got that—
D.A. got that dope

[Chorus: Juice WRLD]
I turn the news on when I smell death in the air
I prove you wrong, I made it out of here
I don't belong, I see my past everywhere
Don't 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 I'd be in jail or dead
I've seen my brothers fall over and over again
Don't stand too close to me, I got PTSD

[Verse 1: G Herbo]
I was hearing bangs like Chief Keef
Always yelling names that's deceased
I go off my mind and my instinct (And my instinct)
Shootin' at the same time, we was in sync
On the same thing, tryna repeat (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 ain't shit they can't get from me
Lot of warfare, 17, had a 50 piece
Flexed on niggas so you know they wanna kill a G
(Royalty) Posted in the hood with some Bentley keys
(Loyalty) Roc died, showed 'em what it really mean
I can't sleep 'cause it's a war zone in my head
My killers good, they know I'm hands-on with the bread
A million dollars ahead, I'm still angry and seeing red
How the fuck I'm 'posed to have fun? All my niggas dead
[Chorus: Juice WRLD]
I turn the news on when I smell death in the air
I prove you wrong, I made it out of here
I don't belong, I see my past everywhere
Don't 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 I'd be in jail or dead
I've seen my brothers fall over and over again
Don't stand too close to me, I got PTSD

[Verse 2: G Herbo]
Everything going wrong, .45 chrome when I'm goin' home (Ayy)
In a war zone, but this shit we fightin' for bigger than we really on
Know what's going on
Everybody teenagers, we goin' strong
Feel like J Dog, had the worst goin' on
Middle child, always really see the most
We ain't never find no murders, lil' bro the first [?]
Lil [?], say he comin' home
My nigga Frank got life plus twenty body chillin'
He just wanna hear somebody that love him on the phone
Shit'll never be the same, boy, Max gone
Wanna show us some Herbo, put the tags on (Put the tags)
My lil' shooters outside with them racks on
Been at war and been back, with black out with them straps
I don't know no-no opps, and that's facts though
Told lil' brodie get this lil' chrome and to keep it on
When a real nigga would've never known
Lil' [?] really was my [?], when he died in his prime, 16 he was hella grown
We was shootin' shit up since some lil' boys like I'm Dennis, boy
I don't ask no block when the [?] on
We ain't need to start playin' with them Glocks
Only let off six shots, oh, now you have the seventh though
[Bridge: Juice WRLD]
The days seem longer as life gets shorter
We know sex, drugs, money, all in that order
Ain't no structure, no peace, we've lost our order
Leaving me with anxiety, fucking up my sobriety

[Chorus: Juice WRLD]
I turn the news on when I smell death in the air
I prove you wrong, I made it out of here
I don't belong, I see my past everywhere
Don't 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 I'd be in jail or dead
I've seen my brothers fall over and over again
Don't stand too close to me, I got PTSD