Dave East – Traumatized Lyrics ft Kiing Shooter

Traumatized Lyrics by Dave East ft Kiing Shooter

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[Intro – Dave East & DJ Holiday]
There’s a power of pressure Dave
Tomorrow ain’t promised
Holiday season, it’s coming soon nigga, ain’t no going back
I lost Malik at 29, Mugga at 22
From Harlem, Atlanta, fuck you talking ’bout
Just happy to be here
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[Pre-Hook/Chorus – Dave East & DJ Holiday]
Killed freaky, I was traumatized
Still that n—a in my momma’s eyes “they gon’ feel this s–t”
Try to see a n—a momma cry
All this money, don’t matter when your homies is dying “oh they gon’ feel this s–t”
Ain’t trying to be a homicide
Trying to see a n—a momma- I don’t trust a soul
Trying to see ya lil momma cry “let’s go”

[Hook/Chorus – Dave East]
They killed Freaky, I was traumatized
Still that n—a in my momma’s eyes
Try to see a n—a momma cry
Ain’t trying to be a homicide
I got a daughter plus a little brother and my momma that I gotta be here for
B—h told me stop buying guns
N—-s dying f–k you think I need ’em for

[Verse 1 – Dave East]
Blue and whites, flashing lights, I ain’t going back f–k you think I’m speeding for
I got homies I don’t see at all, best friends I can’t even call
I ain’t laughing ain’t nothing funny, if you talking money s–t I need it all
My younging died and I need my dog
Devil on me, try to keep him off
Mood swings, I got mood swings
Move wrong and it’s two sins
Shooter came up on that new thing
I could hold it with a shoestring
They put my younging on the news, looking for a Xan I got the blues
We was in there robbing n—-s Locs
Take him out his coat, I got his shoes
I go to prison, I ain’t coming home
We on a mission, n—-s running home
My younging airing s–t s–t for free
He ain’t want the money, stashed a couple hundred for him
He’ll do it for a Rollie, take himto my jeweller know I’m a flood it for him
My vision is blurry, I just hope that I get to see thirty
I pray for another moment
Wake up with your b—h, she ain’t got nothing on
I still wanna kill, freaky killer
I’m in my feelings, I won’t speak to n—-s
My homies dying I’ma need a minute
Broad daylight, if forever running to ’em, I won’t even see the witness
Burned out on a Sunday, I’m high on the Oneway and I don’t even see the speeding limit
Pac prolly had the same feeling, Biggie prolly had the same feeling
Alot of sucker s–t I ain’t feeling, I’m blowing sour out the Range ceiling
N—-s really got me hot, catch him in the drop, trying to leave his brains in it
We never shaky and we ain’t timid
Ya momma lobby, I be waiting in it

[Hook/Chorus – Dave East]
They killed Mugga, I was traumatized
Still that n—a in my momma’s eyes
Tryna see a n—a momma cry
Ain’t trying to be a homicide
Got a daughter plus a little brother and my momma that I gotta be here for
B—h told me stop buying guns
N—-s dying f–k you think I need ’em for
They killed Freaky, I was traumatized
Still that n—a in my momma’s eyes
Tryna see a n—a momma cry
Ain’t trying to be a homicide
Got a daughter plus a little brother and my momma that I gotta be here for
Hot pistol on my side warming up the ride, feeling like the heater on

[Verse 2 – Kiing Shooter]
They killed Ruger, b—h it’s time to slide
All my n—-s know it’s homicide
Catch ’em lacking and they gotta die
I’m sending n—-s to apologize
I don’t care if we was cool or we went to school, n—a you an op too
Catch a n—a by they self, or they with they fam, f–k it they get shot too
Ni-n—-s know how I rock n—a
Thirty shots in this Glock n—a
I ain’t scared to bend blocks n—a
Send shots while the cops with ’em
I been hype my whole life, dodging blue and white cause I don’t box n—-s
N—-s talking like they tough til I pulled up and n—-s called the cops on me
Either you scared or p—y, but n—-s know I ain’t no rookie
I’ve been in the field since they called me Chill, n—a that’s word to Tookie
Beat cases, I’ve been on my bully
I’m strapped, I stay with the fully
On edge, I dare you to push me, scared, we know that they p—–s
They killed Hardy, b—h it’s time to slide
All my n—-s know it’s homicide
Catch ’em lacking and they gotta die
I’m sending n—-s to apologize
I don’t care if we was cool or we went to school, n—a you an op too
Catch a n—a by they self, or they with they fam, f–k it they get shot too

[Hook/Chorus – Dave East]
They killed Mugga, I was traumatized
Still that n—a in my momma’s eyes
Tryna see a n—a momma cry
Ain’t trying to be a homicide
Got a daughter plus a little brother and my momma that I gotta be here for
B—h told me stop buying guns
N—-s dying f–k you think I need ’em for
They kill freaky, I was traumatized
Still that n—a in my momma’s eyes
Tryna see a n—a momma cry
Ain’t trying to be a homicide
Got a daughter plus a little brother and my momma that I gotta be here for
Hot pistol on my side warming up the ride, feeling like the heater on