 I'm just trying to keep my head above the water. My feet on solid ground. Post-traumatic stress disorder got me smoking out of bounds. Heard a nigga say he gonna do something to me. How that sound? Anybody get out of bounds. Shots gonna come and knock them down. Probably gonna get my flowers while I can smell them. It's gonna take my untimely demise before they realize I was a legend. I can see this shit now.