paroles de chanson PTSD - Berner

Man, shit stupid, man
Real rap
They say I'm one of the best (The best)
A living legend in the flesh (In the flesh)
My lawyer clean up all the mess (All the mess)
I got post-traumatic stress (Stressed out)
I got post-traumatic stress (Stressed out)
I got post-traumatic stress (Stressed out)
Wan' me speak, say less
They been on him for a month, ain't no need to confess
I call my girl, told her clean up the spot
Throw it all in the whip and park that bitch down the block
Yeah, the spotlight on me and I'm sittin' on top
It's hard to turn the TV on and see 'em cuttin' my crop
That's two milli' gone, yeah, two million
It don't rain, it hails when you really on
I'm switching phones up, what kind of shit he on?
If he's telling then I swear to God we'll kill his mom
Real cartel lifestyle, thought I'm legit
But the bank account froze and they takin' my pic' (They on my dick)
Another thousand pack play without takin' a trip
If they hit me, ain't no way I'ma flip, that's on the mob
They say I'm one of the best (The best)
A living legend in the flesh (In the flesh)
My lawyer clean up all the mess (All the mess)
I got post-traumatic stress (Stressed out)
I got post-traumatic stress (Stressed out)
I got post-traumatic stress (Stressed out)
Wan' me speak, say less
They been on him for a month, ain't no need to confess
I call my girl, take my kid to the Hill (I love y'all)
'Cause this shit's gettin' real, they don't know how to feel
Yeah, the sound of the vacuum seal, it give me chills
I'm out to Barcelona if the beans get spilled
El Chivo, I tuck good phenos and duck RICO's
Duffle bags full of blue C-notes
I got thirty farms, only two of 'em legal
We celebrated when the East Coast burned down Diesel, yeah
Phones ringing, everybody is shook
Get my family out of town once their tickets are booked
Then I'm back on my bullshit and Berner's around
Hit the spot they ain't get yet and turn it around
They say I'm one of the best (The best)
A living legend in the flesh (In the flesh)
My lawyer clean up all the mess (All the mess)
I got post-traumatic stress (Stressed out)
I got post-traumatic stress (Stressed out)
I got post-traumatic stress (Stressed out)
Wan' me speak, say less
They been on him for a month, ain't no need to confess
Take a look at all that marijuana
More than twenty-four thousand plants
confiscated by police and the feds
The stash looks like something a druglord would own,
but police say the face behind this operation is no El Chapo
El Chivo