I got real PTSD can’t even hold the hammer 
Feel like WWE cause I’m a Summerslam ya 
Your bitch get nervous around you homie she not shy on camera 
If you not speaking about no dollars I can’t understand ya 
I’m only smoking on that top shelf not smoking cancer 
I’m in love with all the stripper and exotic dancers 
I ain’t even mean to say that I don’t got no manners 
You can’t even see my face feel like cobra commander 

G.I. Joe I’m on a mission racing to that cheddar 
How the fuck am I excluded if I’m doing better 
I can’t stoop down to that level can’t lower my standards 
Jumping off the top rope I feel like Colt Cobana 
I’ve been drinking and I never had a problem with it 
I’ve been smoking and I never had a problem with it 
I got vices and my friends can barely tolerate it 
But when I step into the party I’m not moderated 
Huh, I just put the geek bar on pulse mode 
In the party and I’m smoking on that ozone 
I just wanna get rich and buy my own home 
When I’m stuck inside that party trying to phone home 

I got real PTSD can’t even hold the hammer 
Feel like WWE cause I’m a Summerslam ya 
Your bitch get nervous around you homie she not shy on camera 
If you not speaking about no dollars I can’t understand ya 
I’m only smoking on that top shelf not smoking cancer 
I’m in love with all the stripper and exotic dancers 
I ain’t even mean to say that I don’t got no manners 
You can’t even see my face feel like cobra commander

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