Trauma lyrics

[Intro]
(Ayy, Jay, man, run that sh*t, cuh)

[Verse]
The n*ggas you look up to, boy, them n*ggas b*tches
I can show you some sh*t you ain't never did
I ain't pushin' peace, you f*ckin' with my opps, get sent to bed
Last b*tch was like the devil, but swear she's so heavensent
I've been takin' care of my mama since my daddy left the crib
Punch me in, run on this b*tch for real, real YBN sh*t
I can feel these n*ggas out to get me, I don't doubt no n*gga, keep my eye on n*ggas
What this b*tch keep lookin' suspicious for? Have bronem drop this b*tch
Shot my n*gga while he wasn't lookin', sh*t real f*cked up in the D
Been on some chill sh*t, lil' pus*y n*ggas keep f*ckin' with me
I used to spit right inside my mouth, sell them b*tches for ten a piece
I've been up all week, I had a long week, don't call me
I should've shot you, could've put my n*ggas on you, sh*t too easy
Chasin' a dollar, n*gga, every dollar gon' come back straight to me
Came up out the projects, can't no n*gga stop that, you know how it be
My lil' n*gga mama say it's mop 'fore he thinkin' he me