Trauma

Only rolling when you know the suns down
We gone bring the guns out
It's whole lotta gun sounds

If I let it hit ya I promise nobody miss ya
Extended mag on the pistol
This money stay on my mental
Survival my only issue
Cant understand what I been through
Till you seen friends die
And family turn against you
All I know is pain
That's why I empty this bottle
Come so close to losing your life
It causes trauma thinking if I go
Who the hell gone look out for my momma
Body aching on the floor December in cold rain
I was barely breathing when the paramedics came
Nightmares ever day I will never sleep the same
Tell em it's a cruel world, this life is bitter sweet
Ain't no rest for wicked
Moneys God in these streets
She take notice of the Balmain
Burberry she want cocaine
Becca in her nose she want cocaine
Becca in her nose she want

Only rolling when you know the suns down
We gone bring the guns out
It's whole lotta gun sounds



Credits
Writer(s): Elijah Elmore
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