PTSD - Starlito

What we gotta do to get it right?

Lately all we seem to do is fight

I just had a dream 'bout you last night

Driving, thought I seen you at the light

Starlito

Yeah

I don’t know, fuck

Still wartorn and scarred

Forgot to remember anything next morning from off them bars

Twenty bullets hit the car, all of 'em meant for Star

Got to pay rent tomorrow, car too dark to disregard

I miss my squad, at war with myself, pissed with God

Now I’m feeling these changes, slowly turning to this old head, man fuck that

Just an eighties baby with some old bread

We used to pray just not to go fed

Where would I be if I ain’t, man free Roy Gold, homie hold your head

I just been riding 'round lurking, I ain’t go to bed

Used to just ride around serving out an Oldsmobile

Never in a million years thought I would outgrow the Ville

I still would sell out my liil shows just so you know it’s real

Grind hard, received this as an opus, call it finally focused

You ever really been in a shootout and you was tryna reload?

Fuck, cry one tear, no bucket

Two Glocks and they twins, call 'em Kirby and Puckett

Tryna get it right and make it right, I keep it right

Probably one of the reasons I can’t sleep at night

Tired of holding back tears

Just checked my watch, it’s time to let go of my fears

Where I’m going, I have no idea

My whole career, I’m just thuggin', but I made the most of it, yeah

I’m just hustlin' but I made some folks love me

So fuck it, here goes nothing, now it’s something

Went from nothing to something

Way too private for my life to be so public and function

I ain’t gon' lie here, lately I been thinking kind of destructive

Angry how I became allowed 'cause I got better judgement than that

That nigga signed, why I ain’t fuckin' with that

My bitch hit me every hour like why I ain’t loving her back?

Mama even told me boy you shouldn’t ever mistreat her

She love you like I love you and you ain’t gon' see it 'til she leave

What we gotta do to get it right?

Lately all we seem to do is fight

I just had a dream 'bout you last night

Driving, thought I seen you at the light, yeah

Skinny nigga, big dreams

Since long braids and tall tees

Whether I had a little bit or a lot, it was all me

Thought like a boss even though nobody taught me

Often took a smaller piece just to make sure we all eat

Loyalty mean more to me than a tattoo

Grind hard, and there’s more to me than these rap tunes

Take it back to the avenue

You don’t have a clue

Go to sleep grindin', wake up hustlin'

Shit that’s how we had to do

Still have flashbacks too, ridin' 'round strapped with the

Shoutout the shawty that bought us all them bullets

Tryna get straight, I always thought so crooked

Eh, Lito

My common sense sayin' I should move along

Ain’t no love at home

All my guns throwaways

Just threw away another phone

Underground underdog, the hood took me under, yeah

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