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Trauma Bond feat. Marching Crimson Pipers
T.I.
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Why you hatin'?
We gon' ball and ballin'
Not my shit anyway
We gon' shine and they fade
Why you hatin'?
They gon' celebrate us like they did when Obama won
Eatin' good like in Abu Dhabi in the Ramadan
They gon' swear the nigga hip it like the sun is on
Drugs, I done done a ton, Major is my youngest son
We a one of one, you a none of none
Me and mine 'til the end of time, it's a trauma bond
I said it's me and mine 'til the end of time, it's a trauma bond
Yo, this is a result of stayin' down, havin' it
Spreadin' shit around like the ground, I'm adamant
Make sure all of mine touchin' paper, I'm hands-on
Cool on these lyin' niggas like the fan on
Ain't no back and forth, it's up and stuck
They on the internet, I'm pullin' up
I still live in the world where you act like a girl
Real shit, just avoid you, you sus
I been lessin' for these niggas, listenin'
I see the pleasure ain't as heavy as the stress
Ayy, listen, you ain't gettin' busy in my city, you got shit left
Pimp Squad, we been pimpin' hard from the giddy up
They gon' celebrate us like they did when Obama won
Eatin' good like in Abu Dhabi in the Ramadan
They gon' swear the nigga hip it like the sun is on
Drugs, I done done a ton, Major is my youngest son
We a one of one, you a none of none
Me and mine 'til the end of time, it's a trauma bond
I said it's me and mine 'til the end of time, it's a trauma bond
Can't see you haters comin' from up here where I'm at
Integrity is priceless, ain't somethin' that you can finance
Gotta kiss ass to make it, then fuck it, I move to Thailand
Or work to my fans, stay as solid as I can
These niggas, they be suckers for clicks and bitches for the algorithm
They mama ran the streets, she should've left they daddy with 'em
'Cause now they out here bein' sassy with they mannerisms
Pullin', tryna find out what a man'll give 'em
Traded in your self-respect for attention
Traded in your morals for a mention
Made us sucka niggas haters and real ones congratulators
And the future generation celebrators
Why you hatin'?
We gon' ball and ballin'
Not my shit anyway
We gon' shine and they fade
Why you hatin'?
We gon' ball and ballin'
Not my shit anyway
We gon' shine and they fade
Why you hatin'?
They gon' celebrate us like they did when Obama won
Eatin' good like in Abu Dhabi in the Ramadan
They gon' swear the nigga hip it like the sun is on
Drugs, I done done a ton, Major is my youngest son
We a one of one, you a none of none
Me and mine 'til the end of time, it's a trauma bond
I said it's me and mine 'til the end of time, it's a trauma bond
Why you hatin'?