PTSD Berner

[Intro]
Man, shit stupid, man
Real rap

[Chorus]
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

[Verse 1]
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