Trauma Lyrics

Eli on the beat, you know that's gas

Bitch, it's Bro Davee with two e's

To fight through the trauma, we smoking that pressure

So much gas, it's fucking my chest up

You ain't no shooter you ain't aim for the neck up

You a sly cooper, but can't get past us

To fight through the trauma, we smoking that pressure

So much gas, it's fucking my chest up

You ain't no shooter you don't aim for neck up

You a sly cooper, but can't get past us

When I get the money, then it's time to go

I was never that niggas they sent to the store

It took me a minute, but I had to grow

I was hotheaded and feigning for poles

A long talk with god, he brought me a long way

Speeding down blocks and coming up one ways

When you got to hustle, you gone have some long days

Got me a foid, so I'm upping that fire

You can play crazy, if you wanna die

When I be outside, I'm watching them signs

Don't got no time, cause I'm always grinding

If I get a deal, I ain't thirsty to sign it

I come from pissed out hallways

Ida Bs Where I stayed

When niggas was hustling all day

In the park in the back, where we played

If I got a gun, I ain't scared to shoot it

He ain't my blood, but I know he gone shoot it

Smokey my nigga, that lil nigga ruthless

I got some niggas that really go stupid

Why would I stop and I'm just getting groovy

A seat at the top, that's what I'm pursuing

Fuck all the ops, that's why I'm just booling

Take all these drugs, cause they keep me soothing

Bitch I'm Bro Davee and I'm straight from the go

Where you can't be saved so you pick up a pole

Goof ass niggas be saving these hoes

He clutching, its bussing, take him out his glow

Lil nigga it's nothing, my shooters on go

It's repercussions when niggas back door

Ain't with the fussing, girl you got to go

I know we been fucking, I don't want no more

I been in love and left out in the cold

Bossed up a bit and start counting some dough

Won't say I'm rich, til I'm counting 6 O's

These niggas be bitches, switch up bout a hoe

Thought you was homie, thought you was my bro

Back when you was bummy, I gave you some clothes

Left me by my lonely, I knew you would fold

Can't be upset bout the path that you chose

These bitches be going nowadays, they bold

I will not cuff her, I do not do hoes

Niggas be bitches, ain't fighting no more

Waiting on a come-up, cuz I'm tryna blow

Just give me one chance, the world gone know

Just give me one chance, the world gone know

To fight through the trauma, we smoking that pressure

So much gas, it's fucking my chest up

You ain't no shooter you ain't aim for the neck up

You a sly cooper, but can't get past us

When I get the money, then it's time to go

I was never that nigga they sent to the store

It took me a minute, but I had to grow

I was hotheaded and feigning for poles

A long talk with god, he brought me a long way

Speeding down blocks and coming up one ways

When you got to hustle, you gone have some long days

Got me a foid, so I'm upping that fire

You can play crazy, if you wanna die

When I be outside, I'm watching them signs

Don't got no time, cause I'm always grinding

If I get a deal, I ain't thirsty to sign it