Fivio Foreign – Trauma Lyrics
(sh*t)
(uh)
FIVIO
Did so much sht when I take losses feel like karma Member I was broke when i’m swimmin in these commas Sippin on this cup and i just think about my momma Im tryna keep a focus I’m attractin all this drama (uh yeah) And i dont even know who fault it is (i dont) But i climbed too far to go an fall from this (i won’t) Btch i knew for years
Actin like she cared goin live clout chasin look at all this sh*t
Gotta stay solid under pressure (pressure)
Nggas talkin cap so I don’t let em give me lectures I dont think you corny ngga i just think im better
And the feds probably read your sh*t so i don’t send them letters
(yeah) And all that hatin get me sick (get me sick)
If i was broke and you was me you would be a lick
Half a percocet and liquor get me lit
I probably fall asleep so i don’t hit the spliff
TJAY
Nod say yes, say that no shame
Gotta work it to the go as far as i came
I been doin me bro don’t be strange
No breaks i want everything
N*ggas get a buzz i dont know how they stop
(i dont know how they stop)
FIVIO
Dam, I dont know how they stop
I work too hard to let they take me out my spot
TJAY
Smoke for the trauma
Sip for the pain
I rap for the commas
I click for the game
Made it so i walk around with foreign everything
Real ngga i ain’t ever had no water on my name Water on my wrist though Water on my chain Water got your btch wet
Make her go insane
Pull up in that new coop
Might take off the brain
I done probably drove every f*cking foreign you could name
Locked up, free my ngga sittin in them chains For score, tryna get some new points for the gang If this aint what you want that story rollin, play it lame Cause the home at body drop it should’ve never be the same Lotta nggas real, couple nggas fake Got the bag then my thoughts flipped the other way Dirty ngga why you stay lookin at my plate
It be greedy nggas, those the type of nggas that i hate
Traumatized thinkin head bussin nothing fake
Tryna talk to God but i dont know if he relate
Like if they would’ve took me and my vibe through the gate
This the type of sht that i don’t know This the type of sht that I be feelin when im low
In the clouds im smokin on this dummy out the O
Momma told me gotta stop the dissin gotta grow
Then I think bout how them n*ggas wanted me to go
TJAY
Smoke for the trauma
Sip for the pain
Rap for the commas
Click for the game
Made it so i walk around with foreign everything
Real ngga i aint ever had no water on my name Water on my wrist though Water on my chain Water got your btch wet
Make her go insane
Pull up in the new coop
Might take off the brain
I done probably drove every f*cking foreign you could name
