Traumatic Childhood
Traumatic Childhood

GooseNumba2 - Traumatic Childhood Lyrics

Apr 7, 2021
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Traumatic Childhood Lyrics

Before I go to sleep I pray
Tryna make a brighter day
Every cloud just end up gray
Its gunshots in that alleyway
Traumatic childhood to Hollywood
Ain't no more K's to spray
You can make it out if I could
My life a crazy maze
I just played the cards that I was dealt this ain't no crazy eight
Keep it on me everywhere I go cause you know haters hate
Niggas die before they mommas do that's a crazy fate
Put some racks up in my bank account make sure my baby straight
Bro aint got no mask, he poked some holes inside his Bathing Ape
Zipped it up pulled out his Glock and told that nigga run his pape
Grab him by his shirt, he tried to run but now you can't escape
Run all his pockets pistol whip em, now its time to skate
He in a standoff, got blue shells like Vandross
Let off a shot BOOM
Look at his leg, he cant stand up
Knockin off his dreads they turned his roof to panorama
Bro got out of there, he give no fucks about a fucking camera
Before I listen to another hater I'll go deaf
I'm in the studio, I'm cooking up like bitch I am the chef
My hood be like foot locker cause all my niggas step
Brodie pass that whistle now I'm the ref
Before I go to sleep I pray
Tryna make a brighter day
Every cloud just end up gray
Its gunshots in that alleyway
Traumatic childhood to Hollywood
Ain't no more K's to spray
You can make it out if I could
My life a crazy maze
I just played the cards that I was dealt this ain't no crazy eight
Keep it on me everywhere I go cause you know haters hate
Niggas die before they mommas do that's a crazy fate
Put some racks up in my bank account make sure my baby straight
Yall really want me to turn up?
I watch the studio burn up
No extinguisher, he better not reach cause I got the burner
Murder murder murder murder murder murder murder
Why he keep saying murder?
I'm just counting charges that my bruddas got, you heard me?
Make a pussy nigga bite the pavement, we gon curb em
When I got some money, fucked the bitch who use to curve me
Now she call me irking
I ain't never healing from that trauma, I'm still hurting
I was growing up and I was sharing with the roaches
Aint nobody pass me covers, every hour just got colder
Chuck had got shot in his neck, I thought that shit was over
Doctor said that he was paralyzed I wish it his shoulder

Before I go to sleep I pray
Tryna make a brighter day
Every cloud just end up gray
Its gunshots in that alleyway
Traumatic childhood to Hollywood
Ain't no more K's to spray
You can make it out if I could
My life a crazy maze
I just played the cards that I was dealt this ain't no crazy eight
Keep it on me everywhere I go cause you know haters hate
Niggas die before they mommas do that's a crazy fate
Put some racks up in my bank account make sure my baby straight
Bro aint got no mask, he poked some holes inside his Bathing Ape
Zipped it up pulled out his Glock and told that nigga run his pape
Grab him by his shirt, he tried to run but now you can't escape
Run all his pockets pistol whip em, now its time to skate
He in a standoff, got blue shells like Vandross
Let off a shot BOOM
Look at his leg, he cant stand up
Knockin off his dreads they turned his roof to panorama
Bro got out of there, he give no fucks about a fucking camera
Before I listen to another hater I'll go deaf
I'm in the studio, I'm cooking up like bitch I am the chef
My hood be like foot locker cause all my niggas step
Brodie pass that whistle now I'm the ref
Before I go to sleep I pray
Tryna make a brighter day
Every cloud just end up gray
Its gunshots in that alleyway
Traumatic childhood to Hollywood
Ain't no more K's to spray
You can make it out if I could
My life a crazy maze
I just played the cards that I was dealt this ain't no crazy eight
Keep it on me everywhere I go cause you know haters hate
Niggas die before they mommas do that's a crazy fate
Put some racks up in my bank account make sure my baby straight
Yall really want me to turn up?
I watch the studio burn up
No extinguisher, he better not reach cause I got the burner
Murder murder murder murder murder murder murder
Why he keep saying murder?
I'm just counting charges that my bruddas got, you heard me?
Make a pussy nigga bite the pavement, we gon curb em
When I got some money, fucked the bitch who use to curve me
Now she call me irking
I ain't never healing from that trauma, I'm still hurting
I was growing up and I was sharing with the roaches
Aint nobody pass me covers, every hour just got colder
Chuck had got shot in his neck, I thought that shit was over
Doctor said that he was paralyzed I wish it his shoulder

Writer(s): Kobe Gilbert
Copyright(s): Lyrics © DistroKid
Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind

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