TRAUMATIZED
Yeah
They said Booth
you gotta focus on your health
Cause that's your muhfuckin wealth
Had to take a step back
and focus on myself
Feels like a nigga dying
Every time I take a breath
I tried to see a shrink
But medication didn't help
I even tried prayer
Meditation to myself
I even packed a bag
But that demon never left
Young nigga was a Blood
I was squeamish of myself
I was flagging to the right
And I was leaning to the left
Young nigga 15
And that demon was myself
On a path to die
I wasn't needing any help
My mama said that I was brilliant
Couldn't see it in myself
My drive was the money
But the feeling never left
Get rich or die trying
That's a promise that I kept
I am my brothers keeper
Hug my brother like a belt
Was disappointed in myself
Man I just kept it to myself
Was thinking about the time
Before I ever wrote a rhyme
I was out here on the grind
With a lil bit of pine
Had a rocket on my side
Out my muhfuckin mind
And ain't the nigga you should rob
You gon muhfuckin die
Really got beef
So a nigga tote fire
Long nights saying prayers
That a nigga don't die
heart gets cold
Like I got low iron
Even tried a 9 to 5
Dawg I seen both sides
When my daddy died
I watched him close both eyes
Looked my brother in the eyes
Cause I know we both tired
Gotta keep goin
Niggas playing both sides
We were out here hittin licks
Cause them numbers don't lie
Had my first child
I was only 25
Swallowed all my pride
Looked the devil in the eye
I ask the Lord for a sign
Then I broke down and cried
From the day I saw his eyes
Kept him right here by my side
Hennessy and
Is how a young nigga cope
You niggas rapping bout it
I was really sell dope
And I avoided churches
Cause they're really selling hope
I had my hands on that boy
Had me feeling like the pope
It never gave me joy
But I really couldn't mope
I couldn't claim I'm rich
But I really ain't broke
I was Malcolm in the middle
I was dewy with the coke
And my baby is the realest
So I let her drive the boat
I lay her on her back
And she's going to feel it every stroke
Was dealing with these niggas
Secret feeling on the low
Fucked up, down bad
Starving in the cold
Now I'm back and forth to court
With this bitch I barely know
City full of haters
And these bitches do the most
Metro's on my ass
Got me watching what I post
Sold so much dope
I'm making angels in the snow
But this ain't the time to gloat
Never had the time to boast
Gone
They said Booth
you gotta focus on your health
Cause that's your muhfuckin wealth
Had to take a step back
and focus on myself
Feels like a nigga dying
Every time I take a breath
I tried to see a shrink
But medication didn't help
I even tried prayer
Meditation to myself
I even packed a bag
But that demon never left
Young nigga was a Blood
I was squeamish of myself
I was flagging to the right
And I was leaning to the left
Young nigga 15
And that demon was myself
On a path to die
I wasn't needing any help
My mama said that I was brilliant
Couldn't see it in myself
My drive was the money
But the feeling never left
Get rich or die trying
That's a promise that I kept
I am my brothers keeper
Hug my brother like a belt
Was disappointed in myself
Man I just kept it to myself
Was thinking about the time
Before I ever wrote a rhyme
I was out here on the grind
With a lil bit of pine
Had a rocket on my side
Out my muhfuckin mind
And ain't the nigga you should rob
You gon muhfuckin die
Really got beef
So a nigga tote fire
Long nights saying prayers
That a nigga don't die
heart gets cold
Like I got low iron
Even tried a 9 to 5
Dawg I seen both sides
When my daddy died
I watched him close both eyes
Looked my brother in the eyes
Cause I know we both tired
Gotta keep goin
Niggas playing both sides
We were out here hittin licks
Cause them numbers don't lie
Had my first child
I was only 25
Swallowed all my pride
Looked the devil in the eye
I ask the Lord for a sign
Then I broke down and cried
From the day I saw his eyes
Kept him right here by my side
Hennessy and
Is how a young nigga cope
You niggas rapping bout it
I was really sell dope
And I avoided churches
Cause they're really selling hope
I had my hands on that boy
Had me feeling like the pope
It never gave me joy
But I really couldn't mope
I couldn't claim I'm rich
But I really ain't broke
I was Malcolm in the middle
I was dewy with the coke
And my baby is the realest
So I let her drive the boat
I lay her on her back
And she's going to feel it every stroke
Was dealing with these niggas
Secret feeling on the low
Fucked up, down bad
Starving in the cold
Now I'm back and forth to court
With this bitch I barely know
City full of haters
And these bitches do the most
Metro's on my ass
Got me watching what I post
Sold so much dope
I'm making angels in the snow
But this ain't the time to gloat
Never had the time to boast
Gone
Credits
Writer(s): Larry Booth Iii, Othello Kwaidah
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