Music Video
G Herbo - PTSD ft Juice WRLD & Chance The Rapper & Lil Uzi Vert (Official Audio)
Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
G Herbo
Rap
Chancelor Bennett
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
David Doman
Composer
Mikkel Nance
Songwriter
Christopher Torpey
Songwriter
Symere Woods
Songwriter
Chancelor Bennett
Songwriter
James LaVigne
Songwriter
Jarad Higgins
Songwriter
Herbert R Wright
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
d.a. got that dope for Guaranteed Millions
Producer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
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 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]
I was hearing bangs like Chief Keef
Always yelling names that's deceased
I go off my mind and my instinct (And my instinct)
Shooting at the same time, we was in sync
On the same thing, tryna repeat (Repeat)
We was in them whips, right back on the enemy
Stuffed on my last hit, I was in the middle seat
**** it, out the sun roof, brodie got a quick release
And we in a car, real fast, from police
Shots fired back, but his **** in the street
When I bought a forty, showed Brittany and Tiffany
Knowing if they call, it ain't **** they can't get from me
Lot of warfare, seventeen, had a fifty piece
Flexed on ****, 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
[Verse 3]
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 **** I'm 'posed to have fun? All my **** dead
[Verse 4]
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 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 5]
Used to run home from the train stop (Yeah)
Running so fast, dodging raindrops
'Member got robbed at the park once (Yeah)
'Member thinking that that **** probably ain't cocked (Yeah)
'Member I was with my mama one time
Seen a **** through the glass, hit a **** with a bank shot
Point blank, head hanging off his tank top
Walked off, we drove off, went to GameStop
Quiet ride there, picked up San Andreas
Certain things we ain't talk about, Mama, we just prayed off
[Verse 6]
We seen it all, don't get involved
Carry the weight of the world like a shawl
Conceal and revealing to people in court
I still can feel it, I know that the world is evil
In case you thought a **** forgot it
When my homie was bleeding out, another homie went in his pockets
Please do not run up on me, not even as fans
**** get fanned down on the Dan Ryan
I'm flying, I'm scary as hell, I need me a Xan'
[Verse 7]
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, **** up my sobriety, yeah
[Verse 8]
It's a war zone laying inside my head
I still think about all my **** that's dead
I'm too paranoid, yeah, I know you heard what I said
I'm too paranoid, I make sure all my opps, they bled
Draining all my energy, no, I cannot sleep, uh-huh
I'm affected by the streets, no appetite, I can't eat
I only see red when I see, I think it's my PTSD (Damn)
I think it's my PTSD, (Whoa) I think it's my PTSD, yeah (Whoa)
[Verse 9]
I turn the news on when I smell death in the air
Written by: Chancelor Bennett, Christopher Torpey, David Doman, Herbert R Wright, James LaVigne, Jarad Higgins, Mikkel Nance, Symere Woods
