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Skepta - Traumatized With Chip Y Young Adz Lyrics

[Young Adz:]
(Yeah
They ain't never took so much drugs as me
As who?)
(Hello, Sevaqk...)

Young nigga, I was broke, had to rely on the school for lunch
Fast forward five years, sendin' youngins to cunch
The jakes told me that it was one of you out of the bunch
And I eat that pussy, she just serve filet mignon
Love triangle, I call that a pyramid, boy
Shotgun shots to the head just like I'm a Ritalin, boy, yeah
And she told me that I'm pretty, so I feel like Floyd
She ain't never took a pill on first flight, get you void

Yeah, I told bae to give me time, yeah
Ten stacks on therapy because I'm traumatised
I told bae that I need time, yeah
Ten stacks on therapy because I'm traumatised

[Skepta:]
I'm close to the edge, so please don't push me, please don't give me a reason
Where I'm from, you catch a body, that's an achievement
Told my young G, "You can't be broke another season"
Gotta wrap them things, burn the cling, you have to seal 'em
'Cause if they burst in your belly
We gonna have to carry you in a hearse to get buried
Born into the greaze, man, it's a curse, boy, it's tekky
Keep my eye on the P's, nah, we ain't flirting with no jezzys
Free my niggas in the cells, Moss Side to Lozells
This guy's like Pimpernel, crack in their fingernails
They put the food in the street, we just tryna hit the sales
Fuck the jakes, stay on my wave, man, I'm feeling like Bigavell

[Young Adz:]
Yeah, I told bae to give me time, yeah
Ten stacks on therapy because I'm traumatised
I told bae that I need time, yeah
Ten stacks on therapy because I'm traumatised

[Chip:]
Primary school days, we would play stuck in the mud
And now my friends are trapping, just tryna get out of the mud
Starter pack, food in the Persil bag, scales, and some gloves
I wasn't funded by no label, I was funded with drugs
I know the struggle
I know the dogs who really bark, I know the muzzles
Can't let your environment trap your mind, gotta clock the puzzle
I know niggas who are down but up, I know niggas who are up but down
Getting money don't end these struggles
Things on the brain, but I don't complain
More time, just hibernate and smoke weed
Gyally wanna blow me off, I blow trees
Tell 'em fall back, I'm working on me
Late nights when I think 'bout shit that I've been through and the things that I've seen
Chattin' to A about PTSD long before you heard the CD

[Young Adz:]
Yeah, I told bae to give me time, yeah
Ten stacks on therapy because I'm traumatised
I told bae that I need time, yeah
Ten stacks on therapy because I'm traumatised

[Chip:]
I pray at night like, "Heavenly Father, can you help me? "
All this weed and all this liquor so unhealthy
Ain't feeling myself, but fans still want a selfie
They can't read me like a book and they can't shelve me