Trauma
I'm out here in the streets running ruthless, I'm traumatized, you can hear it in my music
Goon
Can't you tell that I'm traumatized
Late nights that my mama cry
Daddy gone, I'm outside, so it's grindin' time
Wasn't the man of the house, but I was tryin' grind
And every youngin' on that corner like it's grindin' time
Tryin' shine, pick up a nine, he got picked up at nine
They called his moms a few times, she didn't pick up the line
Several hours, her son laid outside
Damn, but they ain't tell him that them slugs get hot
Should've told that boy don't hug that block
Role models for you
You go to jail and come home, gold bottles for you
But they ain't tell you go to school, no scholars for you
Shit's wicked, bitches pickin' and choosin
Niggas that you was cool with, they see you and get to shootin
No love in these streets, but these niggas already knew this
My man awaitin' trial, discovery, say he blew it
But he don't give a fuck, his only words, they gotta prove it
His moms is in the struggle every day, she goin' through it
I just pray she make it through this
Facts, I just pray we make it through this
Yeah, it's all smiles when we up
How you supposed to hold me down when you ain't even holdin' up
Where I'm at it's goin' down and all my niggas goin' up
It's only right I hold him down, cause loyalty is a must
Facts, but the whole damn game done changed from nickel and dime
Hustlin, fiends and gun bustin' and stickin' up stores
These niggas start tongue-tusslin, talkin' to the Jakes and pointin' out your face
These niggas be droppin' dimes and my lawyer just dropped the case
My man just bought a V, he dropped like 50K
Headlights on the side like a crocodile face
No cap
Pain hurtin' from that hunger now
Them short nights feel longer now
My heart heavy, but I gotta be stronger
No more mournin' now
I have days where my eyes keep pourin' down
I grab a bottle and I pour it down
Pen and a pad when I get in my bag
Traumatized bout fang and my dad
Reminiscin' only makin' me mad
He put my heart in the bag
I try to pray for some better days
I ask God for a better way
Tell me what it's meant for me
No, tell me what it's meant to be
I swear I'm broken down mentally and physically
Damn, and please God, don't you send for me
I gotta put on for my people
If I go, it wasn't meant to be
Please God, don't you send for me
I gotta put on for my people
Lord knows you don't put a nigga through it
Out here runnin' ruthless in these streets, say I do it
I'm traumatized, you can hear it in my music
Traumatized, you can hear it in my.
Goon
Can't you tell that I'm traumatized
Late nights that my mama cry
Daddy gone, I'm outside, so it's grindin' time
Wasn't the man of the house, but I was tryin' grind
And every youngin' on that corner like it's grindin' time
Tryin' shine, pick up a nine, he got picked up at nine
They called his moms a few times, she didn't pick up the line
Several hours, her son laid outside
Damn, but they ain't tell him that them slugs get hot
Should've told that boy don't hug that block
Role models for you
You go to jail and come home, gold bottles for you
But they ain't tell you go to school, no scholars for you
Shit's wicked, bitches pickin' and choosin
Niggas that you was cool with, they see you and get to shootin
No love in these streets, but these niggas already knew this
My man awaitin' trial, discovery, say he blew it
But he don't give a fuck, his only words, they gotta prove it
His moms is in the struggle every day, she goin' through it
I just pray she make it through this
Facts, I just pray we make it through this
Yeah, it's all smiles when we up
How you supposed to hold me down when you ain't even holdin' up
Where I'm at it's goin' down and all my niggas goin' up
It's only right I hold him down, cause loyalty is a must
Facts, but the whole damn game done changed from nickel and dime
Hustlin, fiends and gun bustin' and stickin' up stores
These niggas start tongue-tusslin, talkin' to the Jakes and pointin' out your face
These niggas be droppin' dimes and my lawyer just dropped the case
My man just bought a V, he dropped like 50K
Headlights on the side like a crocodile face
No cap
Pain hurtin' from that hunger now
Them short nights feel longer now
My heart heavy, but I gotta be stronger
No more mournin' now
I have days where my eyes keep pourin' down
I grab a bottle and I pour it down
Pen and a pad when I get in my bag
Traumatized bout fang and my dad
Reminiscin' only makin' me mad
He put my heart in the bag
I try to pray for some better days
I ask God for a better way
Tell me what it's meant for me
No, tell me what it's meant to be
I swear I'm broken down mentally and physically
Damn, and please God, don't you send for me
I gotta put on for my people
If I go, it wasn't meant to be
Please God, don't you send for me
I gotta put on for my people
Lord knows you don't put a nigga through it
Out here runnin' ruthless in these streets, say I do it
I'm traumatized, you can hear it in my music
Traumatized, you can hear it in my.
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Writer(s): Melly Goon
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