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Traumatized
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Traumatized è stato pubblicato il 20 febbraio 2026 da Big Money Savages/ PLC Music Group come parte dell'album Prince of the East Deluxe
20 febbraio 2026
EtichettaBig Money Savages/ PLC Music Group
LinguaEnglish
BPM77
Melodicità
Acousticità
Valence
Ballabilità
Energia

Video musicale

Video musicale

Testi

Chorus:
I swear I’m traumatized, by homicides, bullets flying, ppl dying,mama’s crying. Please pray for my city police ain’t solving crimes. Cup dirty, perc 30, body’s droppin got my soul hurting. Im deep up in the streets, it’s like I’m soul searching
Verse 1:
Fuck beef, let’s talk about some motion. The gang got real habits, spend a couple thousand on potion (that lean). Diamonds in my chain, she say it’s flooded like an ocean. Fucked her in the Range Rover, damn near left my seats soaking. On the block with the gang daily, you can catch us slanging that yola. All my **** got real stripes, some upstate from bumpin that coka. And I tell em keep they head high, cause they mamas raised a soldier. I’m steady fighting these demons, feel like the devil on my shoulders
Chorus:
I swear I’m traumatized, by homicides, bullets flying, people dying,mama’s crying. Please pray for my city police ain’t solving crimes. Cup dirty, perc 30, body’s droppin got my soul hurting. Im deep up in the streets, it’s like I’m soul searching
Verse 2:
(I’m black) that’s why the cops want to shoot us, feds throwing out RICO charges for beefing on the computers. Beefing on the internet, but you **** ain’t shooters.. we steppin hard and steppin right, and leave you clueless.. Bitch we outside, stop ducking all this smoke. Went and cop me Drac, I swear this bitch came with a scope. I bet we score, we trained to go. Move look like ghost,you know I got that power. We move that coke, voice of the East. I give them youngins hope, in the hood I’m shining I remember I was broke
Chorus:
I swear I’m traumatized, by homicides, bullets flying, people dying,mama’s crying. Please pray for my city police ain’t solving crimes. Cup dirty, perc 30, body’s droppin got my soul hurting. Im deep up in the streets, it’s like I’m soul searching
Written by: Jimmie Dale Cooley
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