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RESURFACED TRAUMA
Christopher Syncere
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Aye aye
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Resurfaced trauma arising with my accomplishments
The comments is kinda like when Christopher killed my confidence
Consequences of problem kids
I'm watching em all tweak for some acknowledgment
Even seen that one dude buy grills to make that frown
Turn upside down for all of y'all but dog it's all a flex
I'm not impressed with none of it
Finally learned to accept myself
And learned that I don't gotta prove a single thing
To a single soul except myself
My God loves me, my girl loves me
And that's without no record sales
Gabriel warned me about people
That's hot but tell epic tales
But then wanna throw tomatoes
At me just for being myself
Guess we bout to see this fruit tell the gospel
It's VeggieTales
Guess we bout to see who's staying on board once we setting sail
Poverty stricken since I was a jit
In the middle of that I got peace on me
Grew up just watching my family feud
You would think that I really know Steve Harvey
You see me bleeding out over my heart
It's because I finally took the leech off me
See God in my weak heart
If I pleased all I'd be weak homie
Hey
The profits of old said we'd be lost in the soul
Cause folks is prideful and all
It's so much I can't control
Come from a fatherless home
Trauma and problems at home
Landlord is knocked on the door
That's why I'm knocking on y'alls
They ain't want get me involved
So I built this with the Lord
I've never been on my own
Never been on my
Aye
Look
I was jealous of Zauntee
I was jealous of Tommy
I was jealous that they blew
I didn't even just care that they homies
Crazy where you could be going
When you don't live in the moment
Grateful for how you been growing
Jealous of all that they doing
Wonder how many is scrolling
Through my timeline in the morning
Or late as heck in the evening
Praying one day I would blow it
So that they could be exalted
Take it, low-key I don't want it
You want this gift just to flaunt it
I want this gift to keep going
Aye
But I'm petty
You would write a hate comment for me but I'm petty
Pulled up with the demon bulletproof vest, Don Ready
Heard they want the album
I'ma drop it when I'm ready
Aye
Yeah
I didn't text my dad to tell him
Happy birthday cause my number blocked
My IG blocked, My Facebook blocked
My Twitter blocked, I got no way to reach him
Somebody shoulda told him
That his son would be blazing the kingdom
Staying succeeding
Face to my Jesus
Praying and seeking
Why y'all be tweaking
Satan defeated
Already beat him
Up on that tree limb
Check the score about hiding
My numbers on the board
The insecure people are
Flexing all the streams and awards 4 score and
Seven years ago my great grandma was born and
Started generation patterns that I finally kicked off
His praises to God
Aye
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