[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
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
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