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1 take - traumz lyrics

[intro]
yo, listen up
traumz, yo
manchester, 0161
m16, original
yo, listen, listen, yo

[verse]
in the kitchen from early, rise and shine
mr whippy whip that flake, 99
i got fire, got that tt, got that china white
just gave a tester to a fiend, she said its dynamite
she said that white girls mighty fine
you should see the way it crackle when she pipe the white
i live a life of crime, daily riskin’ time inside
if i get bagged, dunno how imma ride the time
everyday i risk my freedom for this life of mine
i’m on my grind for 9 but i don’t work a 9 to 5
gold chain, heavyweight, that’s a tyson fight
its my time to shine, i’m on the grind
i came up from the dirt, i’m on the rise
i’m all about my paper, no sunday times
it ain’t always been a comfy ride
trust me i’ve been up n’ down about a hundred times
i’ve been up n’ down, in n’ out, round and round
took so many l’s, they said i was down and out
smoking on a spliff of the loudest loud
demons in my head, that’s how i drown em out
thinkin’ back to when i couldn’t afford an ounce of loud
now the shoes on my feet cost an ounce of brown
coat on my back, that’s a thousand pound
come a long way from them hard times
growing up all i knew was street life and car crimes
four man deep in that gti mark 5
blue flag, crip side
n*gga that was our side
creepin’ on a dark knight
they can run but can’t hide
mask on, all in black
lookin’ like that dark knight
put in work full time, them n*ggas work part time
dotty or the star 9, gets like that i can’t lie
whistle on that thingy, make it blow like its half time
12pm and my phones done a quarter white, that’s awfully nice
i’m up n’ down, in n’ out from morning time
that’s what my life’s like all the time, i’m grindin’ all night
i remember poor times when i couldn’t afford nikes
now i rock giuseppe’s and they come in all white
i just ordered more white, i just ordered more white
imma get that white washed, you can check the score line
you can check the score line, fiends phone my line to score
got that tt that’s why they all dialling more
whip it in the pyrex bowl
wet it then i dry it all
all this bones like a museum, full of dinosaurs
papers what i’m out here for
trap line got me counting more
i got in at 3am, by 9am i’m out the door
i just beat 2 cases, got me feelin’ gracious
i’m just glad its over, could’ve been in jail for ages
yeah i was stuck in the can like some tuna fish
now i’m back on the road side doing bits
rockin’ gucci kicks, back up on my foolishness
my n*gga took an l but he still move them bricks
f*ck them stupid pr*cks, fake lights and movie scripts
if i catch them on the roads imma shoot the pr*cks
all these n*ggas duckin’ down when the uzi spits
got them big slugs 9 mill, luger sh*t
f*ck these guys, they ain’t real, they all actors
no applause from the 4’s when i clap it
hit him in his head top, make that n*gga backflip
right between his eyes so there ain’t no open casket
wet a n*gga up, i’m like a rasclart baptist
goin’ sleep on the floor, no mattress
i’m still on my trap sh*t
i got the spikes on my feet, cactus
i’m back on this rap sh*t, all i spit is facts
you can do your research, i’m really in the trap
my n*ggas on the run, he’s gone and he ain’t comin’ back
he’s overseas relaxed but he still serve me them packs
half a box of each, couple weeks til’ i do it in
was meant to fly to dubai, guess they ruined it
had me sitting in the cell, noodles with some tuna fish
breakfast [?], i was stressin’ losing it
i remain the same, i will never change
stacking up this change, hiding cash up in my safe
trappin’ in the rain, i’ve been at this sh*t for days
i don’t get no early nights, i’m grafting til’ its late
food runnin’ low but the pack is on the way
half a box of each, got me baggin’ up for days
adding up for days, just imagine what i made
its actually bait but i’m trapped up in this maze
gotta get this paper so i’m trappin’ everyday
i’m in the same clothes, i ain’t had the time to change
no days off, i don’t know bout having breaks
i’m a master of my trade and i got grafters that are paid
i use bi carb, not ammo when i bake
and i don’t ever mix magic with the flake
i just drop it straight
take a loss, that’s pocket change
all night i’ve been grindin’
i’m exhausted, i’ve just done another night shift
i’m so tired, got me fighting with my eyelids
phone won’t stop so i put that sh*t on silent
gotta get some rest, i’m up again at 9ish
how you think i got that watch with the diamonds?
how you think i got that chain with the cuban links?
gucci coat, gucci belt and them gucci kicks
i’ve been on this ting from way back, it ain’t new to me
i’m getting money now, broke is what i used to be
i just went and spent shh on some jewellery
these n*ggas talkin’ [?] when their rapping ain’t fooling me

- traumz lyrics

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