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Here Are the Lyrics to G Herbo's 'PTSD,' Feat. Chance the Rapper, Juice WRLD & Lil Uzi Vert

G Herbo
Haley Scott

G Herbo

G Herbo takes over the No. 38 spot on the Billboard Hot 100 (chart dated March 14) with his recurring superstar lineup of Chance the Rapper, Juice WRLD and Lil Uzi Vert on the titular track of his PTSD album.

PTSD, which currently sits at No. 7 on the Billboard 200 chart, unravels the 24-year-old MC's post-traumatic stress disorder in a wide-open body of work that exposes the wounds of his childhood. And it's no different in the "PTSD" track, where fellow Chicago rappers Chance and the late Juice vouch for G Herbo's horrifying hometown memories and Lil Uzi empathizes with their trauma.

G Herbo honored Juice after the 21-year-old hip-hop star's sudden death Dec. 8 from an accidental overdose with this posthumous feature and his portrait as a star on the tattered American flag for the PTSD album artwork. "I think about him every day -- I swear, I think about him every day," he told Billboard in a recent interview. "I lost so many homies, I'm no stranger to death, but I catch myself thinking about him. I think about the fact I've been losing homies all my life, but how he has a strong effect on me. I just feel like he had a greater purpose."

Check out the lyrics below.

(D.A. got that)
(D.A. got that dope)

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 warzone 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

I was hittin' bangs like Chief Keef
Always yelling names that's deceased
I go off my mind and my instinct
Shootin' at the same time, we was in sync
On the same thing, tryna repeat
We was in them whips, right back on the enemies
Stuffed on my last hit, I was in the middle seat
F--- it out the sunroof, brodie got a quick release
And we in a car real fast, f--- police
Shots fired back but his a-- in the street
When I bought a forty, showed Brittany and Tiffany
Knowing if they call, it ain't sh-- they can't get from me
Lot of warfare 17 had a 50 piece
Flexed on n---as 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 warzone in my head
My killas good, they know I'm hands on with the bread
A million dollars ahead, I'm still angry and seeing red
How the f--- I'm 'posed to have fun? All my n---as dead

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 warzone 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

Used to run home from the train stop
Runnin' so fast dodgin' raindrops
'Member got robbed at the park once
'Member thinkin' that that bi--- probably ain't caught
'Member I was with my mama one time, seen a n---a through the glass
Hit a n---a with a bankshot
Point blank, head hanging off his tank top
Walked off, we drove off, went to GameStop (skrrt)
Quiet ride there, picked up San Andreas
Certain things we ain't talk about, mama, we just prayed off
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 n---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
N---as get fanned down on the Dan Ryan
I'm flyin', I'm scary as hell, I need me a Xan, ah

The days seem long 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, f---ing up my sobriety (Lil Uzi Vert, yeah)

It's a warzone layin' inside my head
I still think about all my n---as 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
Drainin' 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 (gang)
I think it's my PTSD (whoa), I think it's my PTSD, yeah

I turn the news on when I smell death in the air

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Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.

Written by: Herbert Wright, Jarad Higgins, Chancellor Bennett, Symere Woods, David Doman

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