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Traumatized
8
Hip-Hop/Rap
Traumatized adlı parça albümünün bir parçası olarak PLC Music Group tarafından 11 Temmuz 2025 tarihinde yayınlandıPrince of the East
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Çıkış Tarihi11 Temmuz 2025
FirmaPLC Music Group
Melodiklik
Akustiklik
Valence
Dans Edilebilirlik
Enerji
BPM77

Krediler

PERFORMING ARTISTS
BM$ Jayy
BM$ Jayy
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jimmie Dale Cooley
Jimmie Dale Cooley
Songwriter

Şarkı sözleri

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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