Made in Trauma

If I could go to Heaven, be there in a second if it was a mile away
Started off smoking weed to numb all the pain, I'm still getting high today
Got my Glock and my hoodie, so tell me what's goodie? I'm going outside today
This is hell, what trauma made, killed your Pops on Father's Day
If I could go to Heaven, be there in a second if it was a mile away
Started off smoking weed to numb all the pain, I'm still getting high today
Got my Glock and my hoodie, so tell me what's goodie? I'm going outside today
This is hell, what trauma made, killed your Pops on Father's Day

It rain all the time, niggas die all the time
They let the rats survive, that's where I draw the line
Good ones always die, got me thinking "What am I?"
Late nights, bullets fly, needed that exercise
Real to the casket, woah, trap till the trap is closed
Same shirt, same jeans from yesterday, ain't have no change of clothes
But it's lit like Travis, woah (It's lit)
Natural, I'm in savage mode
Who else you know? Mr. Rap Wit Da Trap
Make it sound like a ballad though, yeah yeah yeah
Left for the streets and you think I'm a demon
You broke my heart, guess we calling it even
I just get high off the drugs, I don't need 'em
I just get high off your love, I don't need it
I got a check, coulda got me a Mueller
But I know my brothers upstate eating noodles
But I know my brothers upstate going crazy
But I know my brothers upstate hearing rumors
My man was playing the passenger seat n they still gave him numbers like he was the shooter