Trauma

The European fifty cent, dude
If I don’t see it, I don’t believe it, dude
The European fifty cent, dude

Don’t wait for me to die to say you were my friend
Show me you care now that I’m still alive
Envy is the reason there are enemies
When I was down, I only counted on myself

And that’s why I have trauma
I can’t brag anymore
Envy does a lot of harm
I always go out with my gun
Tell me who I can count on, none of them are loyal
I’ve got the alarms set
In case they try to screw me over again, in case they turn back
I only count on my soul
This war doesn’t calm down

Having the one next to you fail is more common than you think
I don’t count on people, I only count on three
I have paranoia, money brings stress
They want to see me in the pit, but I won’t stop

If you pay with loyalty, you get loyalty back
If you pay with deceit, like in the mafia, you die
Only a weak man would fail for women
And this life is too short to be caught up in pleasures

A brother doesn’t abandon, a brother solves
Dude, I’m not God, don’t anyone tell me to forgive
The actions you take have consequences
The one above is the judge who will hand down your sentence

And that’s why I have trauma
I can’t brag anymore
Envy does a lot of harm
I always go out with my gun
Tell me who I can count on, none of them are loyal
I’ve got the alarms set
In case they try to screw me over again, in case they turn back
I only count on my soul
This war doesn’t calm down

The black guy told me fame brings problems
The streets bring conflict and money brings drama
I’m going to heaven or hell, that’s my dilemma
But I ask God and he always changes the subject

I want to know who misses me, who asks: How are you?
Without asking for a video or a photo with flash
I want them to really care, not just for my cash
Women don’t fill me up, not even with a Minaj ass

Don’t throw me indirect shots, I find that strange
We’ve got some cash to send to make you hurt
But I don’t do that anymore because I’m older now
I took all the bad vibes and flushed them down the toilet

And that’s why I have trauma
I can’t brag anymore
Envy does a lot of harm
I always go out with my gun
Tell me who I can count on, none of them are loyal
I’ve got the alarms set
In case they try to screw me over again, in case they turn back
I only count on my soul
This war doesn’t calm down

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