Trauma

This is an artist, a lyrical manifestation, or raw argument

Hope you're in your car, or can, take a ride with me through legacy

In Atlanta, I was focused on my currency, still bumping to him currently

Drugs laid out in front of me, sound good if you want some peace

In this game, I want to eat, but some things I won't repeat

Record it and delete it, this music's been depleted

I'm definitely what y'all needed

But what the hell is singing tunes

If y'all just want my secrets, I'm from New York, where there's lights

But be careful of those dark spots, light hoes

Brown skins, I like those, they can get you high hoped