Trauma

Man I grew up With no food in my stomach So expect a lil hunger When I come up trying to take shit Gotta do a lot of shit On the path to get rich Cause I know my life Supposed to be different Lot of thoughts in my head But it's like they unread I don't know what the f*ck I been Missing I been giving my full on attention And I still don't where to find Tension Ain't it funny How them hating niggas was loud You got focus and It seem like you don't hear them now Even tho they going harder Tryna bring you down Pop em dead ina mouth Sit the f*ck down Put a bag on his head Get him knocked off We been plotting on that twist like Criss cross Put your cookie in the mix like Biscoff Tell your bitch not to run her lips off And they say I talk shit like Down south Im gone pop my shit that's no doubt You ain't smoking like me You ain't loud Nigga f*ck your lead I'm grown now It's like only 3 members In the gang now Myself and the ones I don't talk about I don't follow no trend I don't got to pretend I'm that nigga I don't need no shout out It's like all the sudden Niggas wanna help now Where the f*ck you niggas was When I was a child Can you ever name time when you Did shit I don't know what you was doing but You wasn't round Got to smoke a little weed Just to slow it down Roller coasting overdosing on a Dark cloud How the f*ck you can't claim that I'm stressed out When the whole world seems so Depressed now Young nigga had to fight my whole life You ain't have my back if I remember right Since 6 feeling shit that could Traumatize It's no wonder I can't look my Mother in her eyes Lot of pain on my mind Im ah recognize Get to twitching and I start feeling paralyzed But I remember that I still got ten of Mines Every time that I stand shit minimize