Traumatized lyrics

Day after day, it was night after night
Hidin my emotions drinkin sprite after sprite
Red Beam, keep my aim sharp like a knife
Now my hands clean, i can throw a price on your life
Better think twice before i leave your mama traumatized
No jay critch but bottom line n*ggas outta line
Leave a n*gga body outta state, now he hard to find
Everybody focused on they needs, disregarding mines
Now i got something that you need, you can't borrow mines
n*ggas ain't lyrically with me, they just harmonize
One day imma travel overseas, just to lay at ease
Came a long way for me and smelly sharing philly cheese

Im here right now
Its crazy, see we started from the bottom
And im gon keep on searching
I won't stop until we got em
And nah this ain't for clout cuz i won't tell no one i shot him
Coming from the dirt, ya boy a different type of problem
Only 16 but im really putting on
So i gotta monitor the words im saying in my songs
Late nights n*ggas on the block with the pipe
Im putting on for easy like the seven would do for right
Grew older, i dont really like to fight
Cause how we goin get it if im off the dirty sprite
Team full of shooters, yeah i keep a small circle
Brody smoking JT, but its smelling like some purple
Chatting on smelly brought you home before you curfew
And clipper you should know that when i catch imma hurt you
Things you would see, i mean in case it even worth you
But f*ck you, go to hell, i hope another n*gga murk you
Im a different breed
Before i get my ones, i gotta get on my knees
Chasing cheese, shawty ain't my lover, she a billy jean
DeDe told me run and i understand what billy mean
Its a dream, all i wanna do is get it with my team
So by any means, i cannot stop, i cannot quit
Know im nice, you try to say different, then you on di*ks
Like im in it raw, Lil Tjay finna buss quick
Smelly this, smelly that, i ain't with the f*ck sh*t
Its sunny when i catch you, bullets flying, better duck b*tch
And i ain't with the acting, yeah its really what it is
Yeah, this really how i live
Yea i really did the biss
And i told you n*gga wrong, a n*ggas looking for her kid
Tote the four fifth, drizzy pump bullets gon spit
Yeah, OT vibes ion think the n*gga live
But speaking from my heart, i hope that lil n*gga did
I dont talk alot because n*ggas they be talking out they jiff
Style's World, Timbs drop, Tiko still lives
Three dead n*ggas that won't ever own sh*t
I said Style's World, Timbs drop, Tiko still lives
Three dead n*ggas that won't ever own sh*t
And money conversations, they coming round when you patient
So i hope yall n*ggas racin, im building a reputation
Alot of motivation when they bring me to the station
Judge know that im a savage, i ain't never wrote a statement
First bid in life, it was no secure placement
Now my DA tryna send a n*gga on vacation
They offer 1-3, but i sent back the invitation
They try to shake me up, i told my lawyer i ain't haisian
Barely sympathetic, so im unapologetic
For running em n*ggas credit, and telling n*ggas they debted
I keep mine on me though never ask me to get it
My momma raised me right, but im hard headed
Im receptive, the feedback if im telling you that i needs that
Just bring the pack, chit-chat get you hit in your kneecap
I needs that