Текст песни Traumatized - Dave East, Kiing Shooter

Traumatized

There’s a power of pressure Dave\nTomorrow ain’t promised\nHoliday season, it’s Karma 2 nigga, ain’t no going back\nI lost Malik at 29, Mugga at 22\nFrom Harlem to Atlanta, fuck you talking 'bout\nJust happy to be here\nDatPiff.com world premiere\nKilled freaky, I was traumatized\nStill that nigga in my momma’s eyes (they gon' feel this shit)\nTry to see a nigga momma cry\nAll this money, don’t matter when your homies is dying (oh they gon' feel this\nshit)\nAin’t trying to be a homicide\nTrying to see a nigga momma- I don’t trust a soul\nTrying to see ya lil momma cry (let's go)\nThey killed Freaky, I was traumatized\nStill that nigga in my momma’s eyes\nTry to see a nigga momma cry\nAin’t trying to be a homicide\nI got a daughter plus a little brother and my momma that I gotta be here for\nBitch told me stop buying guns\nNiggas dying fuck you think I need 'em for\nBlue and whites, flashing lights, I ain’t going back fuck you think I’m\nspeeding for\nI got homies I don’t see at all, best friends I can’t even call\nI ain’t laughing ain’t nothing funny, if you talking money shit I need it all\nMy youngin' died and I need my dog\nDevil on me, try to keep him off\nMood swings, I got mood swings\nMove wrong and it’s tools in\nShooter came up on that new thing\nI could hold it with a shoestring\nThey put my youngin' on the news, looking for a Xan I got the blues\nWe was in there robbing niggas Locs\nTake him out his coat, I got his shoes\nI go to prison, I ain’t coming home\nWe on a mission, niggas running home\nMy youngin' airing shit shit for free\nHe ain’t want the money, stashed a couple hundred for him\nHe’ll do it for a Rollie, take himto my jeweller know I’m a flood it for him\nMy vision is blurry, I just hope that I get to see thirty\nI pray for another morning\nWake up with your bitch, she got nothing on\nI still wanna kill Freaky’s killer\nI’m in my feelings, I won’t speak to niggas\nMy homies dying I’ma need a minute\nBroad daylight, if forever running to 'em, I won’t even see the witness\nBlowed out on a Sunday, I’m high on the Oneway and I don’t even see the\nspeeding limit\nPac prolly had the same feelin', Biggie prolly had the same feelin'\nAlot of sucker shit I ain’t feelin', I’m blowing sour out the Range ceilin'\nNiggas really got me hot, catch him in the drop, trying to leave his brains in\nit\nWe never shaky and we ain’t timid\nYa momma lobby, I be waiting in it\nThey killed Mugga, I was traumatized\nStill that nigga in my momma’s eyes\nTryna see a nigga momma cry\nAin’t trying to be a homicide\nGot a daughter plus a little brother and my momma that I gotta be here for\nBitch told me stop buying guns\nNiggas dying fuck you think I need 'em for\nThey killed Freaky, I was traumatized\nStill that nigga in my momma’s eyes\nTryna see a nigga momma cry\nAin’t trying to be a homicide\nGot a daughter plus a little brother and my momma that I gotta be here for\nHot pistol on my side warming up the ride, feeling like the heater on\nThey killed Ruger, bitch it’s time to slide\nAll my niggas know it’s homicide\nCatch 'em lacking and they gotta die\nI’m sending niggas to apologize\nI don’t care if we was cool or we went to school, nigga you an opp too\nCatch a nigga by they self, or they with they fam, fuck it they get shot too\nNi-niggas know how I rock nigga\nThirty shots in this Glock nigga\nI ain’t scared to bend blocks nigga\nSend shots while the cops with 'em\nI been hype my whole life, dodging blue and white cause I don’t box niggas\nNiggas talkin' like they tough til I pulled up and niggas called the cops on me\nEither you scared or pussy, but niggas know I ain’t no rookie\nI’ve been in the field since they called me Chill, nigga that’s word to Tookie\nBeat cases, I’ve been on my bully\nI’m strapped, I stay with the fully\nOn edge, I dare you to push me, scared, we know that they pussies\nThey killed Hardy, bitch it’s time to slide\nAll my niggas know it’s homicide\nCatch 'em lacking and they gotta die\nI’m sending niggas to apologize\nI don’t care if we was cool or we went to school, nigga you an op too\nCatch a nigga by they self, or they with they fam, fuck it they get shot too\nThey killed Mugga, I was traumatized\nStill that nigga in my momma’s eyes\nTryna see a nigga momma cry\nAin’t trying to be a homicide\nGot a daughter plus a little brother and my momma that I gotta be here for\nBitch told me stop buying guns\nNiggas dying fuck you think I need 'em for\nThey kill freaky, I was traumatized\nStill that nigga in my momma’s eyes\nTryna see a nigga momma cry\nAin’t trying to be a homicide\nGot a daughter plus a little brother and my momma that I gotta be here for\nHot pistol on my side warming up the ride, feeling like the heater on\nWarming up the ride, feeling like the heater on\nWarming up the ride, feeling like the heater on\nWarming up the ride, feeling like the heater on\nWarming up the ride, feeling like the heater on\nBang, bang, bang, bang