DJ Holiday - Traumatized lyrics

[Producer Tag] This a Leekeleek banger [Intro: Dave East & DJ Holiday] There's a power of pressure Dave Tomorrow ain't promised Holiday season, it's Karma 2 n***a, ain't no going back I lost Malik at 29, Mugga at 22 From Harlem to Atlanta, f** you talking 'bout Just happy to be here DatPiff.com world premiere [Pre-Chorus: Dave East & DJ Holiday] k**ed freaky, I was traumatized Still that n***a in my momma's eyes (they gon' feel this sh**) Try to see a n***a momma cry All this money, don't matter when your homies is dying (oh they gon' feel this sh**) Ain't trying to be a homicide Trying to see a n***a momma- I don't trust a soul Trying to see ya lil momma cry (let's go) [Chorus: Dave East] They k**ed Freaky, I was traumatized Still that n***a in my momma's eyes Try to see a n***a momma cry Ain't trying to be a homicide I got a daughter plus a little brother and my momma that I gotta be here for b**h told me stop buying guns n***as dying f** you think I need 'em for [Verse 1: Dave East] Blue and whites, flashing lights, I ain't going back f** you think I'm speeding for I got homies I don't see at all, best friends I can't even call I ain't laughing ain't nothing funny, if you talking money sh** I need it all My youngin' died and I need my dog Devil on me, try to keep him off Mood swings, I got mood swings Move wrong and it's tools in Shooter came up on that new thing I could hold it with a shoestring They put my youngin' on the news, looking for a Xan I got the blues We was in there robbing n***as Locs Take him out his coat, I got his shoes I go to prison, I ain't coming home We on a mission, n***as running home My youngin' airing sh** sh** for free He ain't want the money, stashed a couple hundred for him He'll do it for a Rollie, take himto my j**eller know I'm a flood it for him My vision is blurry, I just hope that I get to see thirty I pray for another morning Wake up with your b**h, she got nothing on I still wanna k** Freaky's k**er I'm in my feelings, I won't speak to n***as My homies dying I'ma need a minute Broad daylight, if forever running to 'em, I won't even see the witness Blowed out on a Sunday, I'm high on the Oneway and I don't even see the speeding limit Pac prolly had the same feelin', Biggie prolly had the same feelin' Alot of s**er sh** I ain't feelin', I'm blowing sour out the Range ceilin' n***as really got me hot, catch him in the drop, trying to leave his brains in it We never shaky and we ain't timid Ya momma lobby, I be waiting in it [Chorus: Dave East] They k**ed Mugga, I was traumatized Still that n***a in my momma's eyes Tryna see a n***a momma cry Ain't trying to be a homicide Got a daughter plus a little brother and my momma that I gotta be here for b**h told me stop buying guns n***as dying f** you think I need 'em for They k**ed Freaky, I was traumatized Still that n***a in my momma's eyes Tryna see a n***a momma cry Ain't trying to be a homicide Got a daughter plus a little brother and my momma that I gotta be here for Hot pistol on my side warming up the ride, feeling like the heater on [Verse 2: Kiing Shooter] They k**ed Ruger, b**h it's time to slide All my n***as know it's homicide Catch 'em lacking and they gotta die I'm sending n***as to apologize I don't care if we was cool or we went to school, n***a you an opp too Catch a n***a by they self, or they with they fam, f** it they get shot too Ni-n***as know how I rock n***a Thirty shots in this Glock n***a I ain't scared to bend blocks n***a Send shots while the cops with 'em I been hype my whole life, dodging blue and white cause I don't box n***as n***as talkin' like they tough til I pulled up and n***as called the cops on me Either you scared or p**y, but n***as know I ain't no rookie I've been in the field since they called me Chill, n***a that's word to Tookie Beat cases, I've been on my bully I'm strapped, I stay with the fully On edge, I dare you to push me, scared, we know that they pussies They k**ed Hardy, b**h it's time to slide All my n***as know it's homicide Catch 'em lacking and they gotta die I'm sending n***as to apologize I don't care if we was cool or we went to school, n***a you an op too Catch a n***a by they self, or they with they fam, f** it they get shot too [Chorus: Dave East] They k**ed Mugga, I was traumatized Still that n***a in my momma's eyes Tryna see a n***a momma cry Ain't trying to be a homicide Got a daughter plus a little brother and my momma that I gotta be here for b**h told me stop buying guns n***as dying f** you think I need 'em for They k** freaky, I was traumatized Still that n***a in my momma's eyes Tryna see a n***a momma cry Ain't trying to be a homicide Got a daughter plus a little brother and my momma that I gotta be here for Hot pistol on my side warming up the ride, feeling like the heater on [Outro] Warming up the ride, feeling like the heater on Warming up the ride, feeling like the heater on Warming up the ride, feeling like the heater on Warming up the ride, feeling like the heater on Bang, bang, bang, bang