​trauma lyrics

[Verse]
I think you could really gather from a conversation
That I'm sick inside my head with every observation
9 to 5? Nah I keep a 9 for the occupation
9,019 days left in devastation
Givin' y'all the demonstration, what you gettin' if you want it
I've been dead for so long that now I really own it
I be stickin' on these busters, I be draggin' them right under
Take the blade and make 'em say the Slum is better
They gon never see the sun of summers
Slum a motherf*cker that be carryin' this iron
Make you hush like a f*ckin' librarian
I'm coming off thе corner, I be serving likе a warden
In yo' house like a warrant, check the board 'cause I'm scoring
Walkin' through just like I'm touring, got the flash like a tourist
Took a picture, but the scorching hot iron is the torture
This the final warning, I can give you all the order
To just stay quiet if you even thinkin' sorta you compare
What I rap about and say is what I really am
Ghost women all the time, I just do not give a damn
I could make these b*tches ghost too, when I take my hand
'Long as the gun don't jam, successful the plan
Air it out like a fan, even broad day
Hoe, shut the f*ck up, what did this broad say?
I can you make go quiet like [?]
I should end this on a joke, f*ck it, y'all gay
What I rap about and say is what I really am
Ghost women all the time, I just do not give a damn
I could make these b*tches ghost too, when I take my hand
'Long as the gun don't jam, successful the plan
Air it out like a fan, even broad day
Hoe, shut the f*ck up, what did this broad say?
I can you make go quiet like [?]
I should end this on a joke, f*ck it, y'all gay
[Verse 2]
I think you could really gather from a conversation
That I'm sick inside my head with every observation
9 to 5? Nah I keep a 9 for the occupation
9,019 days left in devastation
Givin' y'all the demonstration, what you gettin' if you want it
I've been dead for so long that now I really own it
I be stickin' on these busters, I be draggin' them right under
Take the blade and make 'em say the Slum is better
They gon never see the sun of summers
Slum a motherf*cker that be carryin' this iron
Make you hush like a f*ckin' librarian
I'm coming off the corner, I be serving like a warden
In yo' house like a warrant, check the board 'cause I'm scoring
Walkin' through just like I'm touring, got the flash like a tourist
Took a picture, but the scorching hot iron is the torture
This the final warning, I can give you all the order
To just stay quiet if you even thinkin' sorta you compare