Traumatized Lyrics

(That's ok Peter)

(Gunna)

I keep a gun on my side can't let them take me out

Seen my main man stretched out they left him paralyzed

And he was trying to chill left his heat and lost his life

You got to shoot for yourself ain't nobody gone ride (I swear ain't nobody gone ride)

You can look me in my eyes and tell that I'm traumatized (Yea)

The streets left me traumatized

I said the streets left me traumatized

I know it's so many nights that my momma sat and cried

Praying that the streets don't take her oldest child from her side

And I be wanting to crash out and I can't even lie

If the time ever come then it's gone be you or I

See I had hoes that crushed my heart

Shouldn't never fucked from the start

Cousin had told me all about her

I still slipped and fell so hard

Since then it's been hard to trust

Don't want feelings just want guts

Plus these hoes will set you up

Now they jumping up double dutch

All I ever wanted was for us to get up out the struggle

We can all make it together if everyone got a hustle

Yea the hair plug or the weed bro got strands by the bundle

Always ride around with that thunder can't let no one put you under

I keep a gun on my side can't let them take me out

Seen my main man stretched out they left him paralyzed

And he was trying to chill left his heat and lost his life

You got to shoot for yourself ain't nobody gone ride (I swear ain't nobody gone ride)

You can look me in my eyes and tell that I'm traumatized (Yea)

The streets left me traumatized

I said the streets left me traumatized

Ay I show love you cross me out secret smoke what's all that about

All the fake love can do without you get one chance can't work it out

Push up open you like umbrellas we get caught it ain't no telling

Trying to get rich with the fellas ice on my wrist like it's swelling

Put this shit up on your speakers and I guarantee it bump

Been with the Boe from the jump Jeep full of guns in the trunk

See the opps Chris let the pump go Simon says what on my say so

Bring the beef right to your front door send him up get you a halo

Got away with murder felt like Oj in that Bronco

It feel so good to let that stress go I'm trying to run up my pesos

Yea I got away with murder feel like Oj in that Bronco

Now im trying to let this stress go I'm trying to run up my pesos

I keep a gun on my side can't let them take me out

Seen my main man stretched out they left him paralyzed

And he was trying to chill left his heat and lost his life

You got to shoot for yourself ain't nobody gone ride (I swear ain't nobody gone ride)

You can look me in my eyes and tell that I'm traumatized (Yea)

The streets left me traumatized

I said the streets left me traumatized

(That's ok Peter)