Listen, Mp3 Download, Get Lyrics to PTSD by G Herbo featuring Juice WRLD, Lil Uzi Vert and Chance The Rapper. The song was produced by D.A. Doman.
G Herbo Ptsd (ft. Juice Wrld, Lil Uzi Vert & Chance The Rapper) (prod. D.a. Doman)
Tomorrow, G Herbo is set to deliver PTSD, which features the anticipated titular track with Juice WRLD, Lil Uzi Vert, and Chance The Rapper. Given that Herbo and Juice WRLD were close friends, many were curious to see how the posthumous collaboration would turn out — especially considering the loaded song title. Off the bat, it becomes clear that producer DA Doman knows what’s at stake, lacing a melancholic yet hopeful guitar-driven instrumental.
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The bittersweet feelings soon set in as Juice WRLD’s chorus begins, his lyrics ringing all the more tragic: “I turn the news on, when I smell death in the air, I prove you wrong, I made it out of here.” With that as the anchor, each verse carries a sense of weight. “A billion dollars ahead, I’m still angry and seeing red, How the fuck I’m ‘posed to have fun? All my n***s dead,” raps G Herbo, his frustration palpable.
Though many have taken to teasing Chance The Rapper and his wife-loving ways, they forget he’s as much a product of his environment as anyone. “Seen a n***a through the glass, hit a n***a with a bankshot, point blank, head hanging off his tank top,” reflects Chano, shrugging it off as so many have grown accustomed to doing. “Walked off, we drove off, went to GameStop.”
Check out the powerful new song now, currently available on select international markets. Look for the full drop to arrive alongside Herbo’s PTSD album, which hits streaming services at Midnight.
G Herbo – PTSD (ft. Juice WRLD, Lil Uzi Vert & Chance The Rapper) (prod. D.A. Doman)
Lyrics
[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 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
[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
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
Fuck it out the sun roof, brodie got a quick release
And we in a car real fast for police
Shots fired back but his ass in the street
When I bought a forty, showed Brittany & 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 warzone 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
[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 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
[Verse 2: Chance The Rapper]
Used to run home from the train stop (Yeah)
Runnin’ so fast dodgin’ rain drops
‘Member got robbed at the park once (Yeah)
‘Member thinkin’ that that bitch probably ain’t caught
‘Member I was with my mama one time
Seen a nigga through the glass, hit a nigga with a bankshot (Bah)
Point blank, head hanging off his tank top
Walked off, we drove off, went to GameStop (Skrrt)
Quiet ride there, picked up San Andreas (Huh)
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 nigga forgot it
When my homie was bleeding out, another homie went in his pockets (Shh)
Please do not run up on me, not even as fans
Niggas get fanned down on the Dan Ryan
I’m flyin’, I’m scary as hell, I need me a Xan, ah
[Verse 3: Juice WRLD & Lil Uzi Vert]
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, fucking up my sobriety (Lil Uzi Vert, yeah)
It’s a warzone layin’ inside my head
I still think about all my niggas 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 can not 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 (Yeah)
I think it’s my PTSD (Woah), I think it’s my PTSD, yeah (Woah)
[Outro: Juice WRLD]
I turn the news on, when I smell death in the air
