Kirko Bangz – “PTSD” [Audio, Lyrics]

Kirko Bangz unveils a new Nativebeats-produced song, titled “PTSD”. Stream, read the lyrics and share the song.

Kirko Bangz Ptsd

In “PTSD”, Bangz speaks on learning how to move on from his past, and beginning to use the pain that he’s endured as the fuel for his future and personal evolution. “Whatever u doing in life no matter what you’ve been thru you gotta keep pushing,” the 32-year-old captioned his latest Instagram post. “Don’t ever give up activate your troubles and make it double. GOD WILLING.”

Kirko Bangz – PTSD (prod. Nativebeats)

Lyrics

[Intro]
(Kirko Bangz)

[Verse 1]
My brother doin’ time but I can’t cry for him
Lil’ cousin doin’ time but I can’t cry for him
I lost my cousin to the streets but I can’t cry for him
My cry is breakin’ every time but I can’t for ’em
And I can’t even lie, momma
I can’t shed a tear, I’m traumatized, momma
PTSD fuckin’ with my mind, momma
I didn’t even get to say goodbye, momma
We was supposed to make it through the worst days
No more cryin’ on your birthday
White candles, yeah, they hurt the worst way
Write RIP, [?] hurt the worst way

[Chorus]
And all this money in my bag don’t take the pain away (No, no)
All this liquor to my head don’t take the pain away (No, no)
We wasn’t lookin’ for no handouts, just a get away (No, no)
All we know is all we know and that’s to get away (No, no)
And all this monеy in my bag don’t take the pain away (That don’t take thе pain away)
All this liquor to my head don’t take the pain away (That don’t take the pain away)
We wasn’t lookin’ for no handouts, just a get away (Tryna get away)
All we know is all we know and that’s to get away (Get away)

[Verse 2]
How I’m ‘posed to make a change when niggas hatin’ on me?
How I’m ‘posed to make a change when niggas preyin’ on me?
I thought that nigga was my dawg, he got it out for me
He was just waitin’ for a reason to switch sides on me
Can’t find a friend, I find protection in this Nina
LeBron fan, I never thought I’d need a [?]
The same niggas slept on couches in my condos
Throwin’ dirt all on my name in every convo
And I can’t even lie, momma
Some nights I dream of homicide, momma
The other nights I think of suicide, momma
But I can’t take my life, I gotta provide, momma

[Chorus]
But all this money in my bag don’t take the pain away (No, no)
All this liquor to my head don’t take the pain away (No, no)
We wasn’t lookin’ for no handouts, just a get away (No, no)
All we know is all we know and that’s to get away (No, no)
And all this money in my bag don’t take the pain away (That don’t take the pain away)
All this liquor to my head don’t take the pain away (That don’t take the pain away)
We wasn’t lookin’ for no handouts, just a get away (Tryna get away)
All we know is all we know and that’s to get away (Get away)