Post Traumatic Trust Issues

[Verse 1: Your Old Droog]

Sometimes I gotta get away, lay low [?]

What you know when I get back to the

Iron mics, we dueling, dropped out in ninth grade

I couldn’t do the schooling, and the block was too hot

So in the stew we cooling, take my jacket off

Kicking up my feet, order grub to the lab

Doggie I swear I eat, that’s been the truth

So in the booth is where I rest my dome, but I’m bone

So I wherever I lay my raps my home

We got refreshments, pack of Altoids, that’s some freshness

For from freshmens, post up by the boards

Finessing sessions, [?] to come and test wild d

It be the ending near, pull your files like a engineer

Without no pro-tools, I demote fools, bring ‘em

Down to Fruity Loops, no Ableton, shoulda done this younger

Wasn’t able then, was some reckless ass kids

Now we stable men, learned to be be smart consumers

Read the labelling, on tour I fucks with the shawties

But we ain’t in the telle watching Maury, I need somebody

To record me, everywhere I go I spark a bowl then mark

My territory, come back home off the road, like wanna hear a story

They wouldn’t let my bitch in the club

They wouldn’t let my bitch in but I’m still lit

Popping bottles ‘round this bitch, I found this shit

The most I been having so I enjoy my sess

I don’t hop in no ghost, bitch I’mma smoke when I smoke

Let me get back to unlimited quotes, encyclopedia

Seizing me now she won’t be with me, ‘fore I was hot

She would sleep with me, relax for a minute

You could find me cooking tracks for a minute

Get back for a minute, ride through slick

Hit the trap for a minute, two clique gangs

Was a rap for a minute, I ain’t even hit them

With the slap for a minute, get back for a minute

It was do or die, rolled in the Lexus, death wish

I ain’t even stressing, blessing to all my dead ones

Shawty gotta left for a nigga, if he said something

Now she wanna ride ‘cause a nigga kinda fresh

Hurt her heart now she grinding on the chest

You could find me in the best car, [?]

That’s summertime back so that kinda means I’m balling

Shout out to the niggas that be paying in installments

Don’t fall in love, just fall in line, it’s all the times

Do prop the nines, I’mma lock my shine

Got my eyes, don’t knock my dice