Traumatized

It really hurt me, when they killed Stef
Tried to wiggle out his whip, but he couldn't even feel his steps
See I was still up in my teens, and I didn't understand death
But I was talking to my team, don't give a fuck, them men next
Then Ryan got flipped, tryna stick up for his sis
Swear its a cold game, that punk bitch, was still fucking with
The same nigga that put her brother six feet, and laid him stiff
And my nigga just got drafted to the league, on the click

(Lord)

Finally found my worth, with this pad and pen
Told Grams, before she left Earth, aint going back again
These strikes on my back, gotta nigga kind of scared to live
Trapped in this Jungle, where all the lying, snakes, and Bears is
Bagz gone
(shhh)
He pose to be right on the side of me
Said we was gone take this shit over, felt like he lied to me
Dreams of riding five fifties, now he in the clouds
But I know, he'd cock a smile, he'd be proud, to see us sliding hemi's

(Aaaahhh)

(Aye)

Niggas change for dead presidents, then end up as a flat line
Im still the same guy, still getting high, in my past time

(Im still the same guy, still getting high, in my past time)

(Aye)

Before I change on my black tribe, I swear to God, I'll suicide
Appointed two choices in the life, you either do or die

(Appointed two choices in this life, you either do or die)

Niggas change for dead presence, then end up as A flat-line
Im still the same guy still, getting high in my past time

(Im still the same guy, still getting high in my past time)

Before I change on my black tribe, swear to god, suicide
Appointed two choices in this life, you either do or die

You either shoot or fight, you can lose ya life, if you aint moving right
Never missed in none of my skits, probably could shoot a fly
Jumped in this game head first, no time to choose a side
Finished up my time, now they act like I aint used to slide
(Tssp)
Almost off parole its almost Showtime
I dare he drop the line, don't need no lines, i'm there in no time
thirty eight, Dirty Harry, load that boy in both sides
I swear I miss them days, when you was dope you had a four five
No lies I'm so real, I aint lying up these dope rhymes
Type to hit a prize, and throw a surprise party for the tribe
Waving pom-pom's for my guys that's on that four line
I miss my niggas dearly, swear to God, I done cried in both eyes

Had me locked inside

With Demons on the side of me
Dreaming about a Hellcat, praying I hit the lottery
Seen so many disloyal, loyalty means a lot to me
I put it on my team, I aint gone change for no designer jeans

(Nigga)

(Splash)



Credits
Writer(s): Donya Conner
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