This shit is real
Let me drop it on ya see how feel
I can turn idea into a quarter mil
Got the game froze on sight
No lies got these bitches traumatized
Got got got these bitches traumatized
Anyone who try to halt the grind gon get
Traumatized
The truth I spit might just hit your mind and leave you
Traumatized
Back again
With another classic
I'm at it I'm In the Stu all night
Like I'm addicted to rappin
No fashion
I'm rockin baggy sweats like Aladdin
You push me to my limit you gon get it like you jasmine
I'm battling some demons
And they askin me for freedom
I just lock em back up
And pray they all stop breathing
There's no room for you heathens
Cause This is James Wolf season
Climb the charts
And fill they hearts
That's what I'm doin fore I'm leaving
If you rock with me It's Probably
Because the prophecy's Acknowledging
The prodigy's Rise to a new reality
No honestly
I manifest this shit I see it in my dreams
Me on the screen
Countin up my chipsWith 4 sexy queens
No folding hands
Just a lap dance And a lot of bands
Make em dance
Make em do they dance
In a headstand
Wildin out cause it's a party
Sexy girls actin naughty
Something like the song headband
Ganja in my sweat glands
Ha ha
No but on some real shit
I'm goin back in
I found myself
It seem like everybody tryna drown themself
Surround them self
With things that don't amount to wealth
And counter health
It's feelin like we're bound to hell
Constantly forced to doubt ourselves
And praying up to gods that are business moves for the power elves
I mean I'm baffled
My cage is rattled
Everyones a robot
We might have already
Lost the battle
Like a game scrabble
Where the losers left with world filled up with assholes
And we're forced at each other's throats while their faces fill with laughter
I'm not an actor
I'ma give you true colors
And if you don't know what that means I think you best lose my number
The rich get smarter while the poor get dumber
From the looks of it they tryna take whole thing under
Just let that sink in
Wolf
This shit is real
Let me drop it on ya see how feel
I can turn idea into a quarter mil
Got the game froze on sight
No lies got thes bitches traumatized
Got got got these bitches traumatized
Anyone who try to halt the grind gon get
Traumatized
The truth I spit might just hit your mind and leave you
Traumatized
Got got got these bitches traumatized
Anyone who try to halt the grind gon get
Traumatized
The truth I spit might just hit your mind and leave you
Traumatized
James Wolf - Traumatized Lyrics
James Wolf - Traumatized Lyrics
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This shit is real
Let me drop it on ya see how feel
I can turn idea into a quarter mil
Got the game froze on sight
No lies got these bitches traumatized
Got got got these bitches traumatized
Anyone who try to halt the grind gon get
Traumatized
The truth I spit might just hit your mind and leave you
Traumatized
Back again
With another classic
I'm at it I'm In the Stu all night
Like I'm addicted to rappin
No fashion
I'm rockin baggy sweats like Aladdin
You push me to my limit you gon get it like you jasmine
I'm battling some demons
And they askin me for freedom
I just lock em back up
And pray they all stop breathing
There's no room for you heathens
Cause This is James Wolf season
Climb the charts
And fill they hearts
That's what I'm doin fore I'm leaving
If you rock with me It's Probably
Because the prophecy's Acknowledging
The prodigy's Rise to a new reality
No honestly
I manifest this shit I see it in my dreams
Me on the screen
Countin up my chipsWith 4 sexy queens
No folding hands
Just a lap dance And a lot of bands
Make em dance
Make em do they dance
In a headstand
Wildin out cause it's a party
Sexy girls actin naughty
Something like the song headband
Ganja in my sweat glands
Ha ha
No but on some real shit
I'm goin back in
I found myself
It seem like everybody tryna drown themself
Surround them self
With things that don't amount to wealth
And counter health
It's feelin like we're bound to hell
Constantly forced to doubt ourselves
And praying up to gods that are business moves for the power elves
I mean I'm baffled
My cage is rattled
Everyones a robot
We might have already
Lost the battle
Like a game scrabble
Where the losers left with world filled up with assholes
And we're forced at each other's throats while their faces fill with laughter
I'm not an actor
I'ma give you true colors
And if you don't know what that means I think you best lose my number
The rich get smarter while the poor get dumber
From the looks of it they tryna take whole thing under
Just let that sink in
Wolf
This shit is real
Let me drop it on ya see how feel
I can turn idea into a quarter mil
Got the game froze on sight
No lies got thes bitches traumatized
Got got got these bitches traumatized
Anyone who try to halt the grind gon get
Traumatized
The truth I spit might just hit your mind and leave you
Traumatized
Got got got these bitches traumatized
Anyone who try to halt the grind gon get
Traumatized
The truth I spit might just hit your mind and leave you
Traumatized
Let me drop it on ya see how feel
I can turn idea into a quarter mil
Got the game froze on sight
No lies got these bitches traumatized
Got got got these bitches traumatized
Anyone who try to halt the grind gon get
Traumatized
The truth I spit might just hit your mind and leave you
Traumatized
Back again
With another classic
I'm at it I'm In the Stu all night
Like I'm addicted to rappin
No fashion
I'm rockin baggy sweats like Aladdin
You push me to my limit you gon get it like you jasmine
I'm battling some demons
And they askin me for freedom
I just lock em back up
And pray they all stop breathing
There's no room for you heathens
Cause This is James Wolf season
Climb the charts
And fill they hearts
That's what I'm doin fore I'm leaving
If you rock with me It's Probably
Because the prophecy's Acknowledging
The prodigy's Rise to a new reality
No honestly
I manifest this shit I see it in my dreams
Me on the screen
Countin up my chipsWith 4 sexy queens
No folding hands
Just a lap dance And a lot of bands
Make em dance
Make em do they dance
In a headstand
Wildin out cause it's a party
Sexy girls actin naughty
Something like the song headband
Ganja in my sweat glands
Ha ha
No but on some real shit
I'm goin back in
I found myself
It seem like everybody tryna drown themself
Surround them self
With things that don't amount to wealth
And counter health
It's feelin like we're bound to hell
Constantly forced to doubt ourselves
And praying up to gods that are business moves for the power elves
I mean I'm baffled
My cage is rattled
Everyones a robot
We might have already
Lost the battle
Like a game scrabble
Where the losers left with world filled up with assholes
And we're forced at each other's throats while their faces fill with laughter
I'm not an actor
I'ma give you true colors
And if you don't know what that means I think you best lose my number
The rich get smarter while the poor get dumber
From the looks of it they tryna take whole thing under
Just let that sink in
Wolf
This shit is real
Let me drop it on ya see how feel
I can turn idea into a quarter mil
Got the game froze on sight
No lies got thes bitches traumatized
Got got got these bitches traumatized
Anyone who try to halt the grind gon get
Traumatized
The truth I spit might just hit your mind and leave you
Traumatized
Got got got these bitches traumatized
Anyone who try to halt the grind gon get
Traumatized
The truth I spit might just hit your mind and leave you
Traumatized
Writer: Kohlten Mahitka
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid