Текст песни Grenade/Trauma - Napier Quinn

Barkin like a dog got em stayin in the streets
Smokin on papers tuck flavors by the lease
Lost on the block lookin like Elf
Swimmin with sharks put that elf up on the shelf
If niggas is beefin they gettin shredded
Body face down takin yo lettuce
Ain't really poppin you just overrated
Niggas been hatin I been dedicated
When I finally make it my family gon feast
Don't call me The King I still carry the team
Through out the 4 seasons resort to the metal
Plug got the gas know he gon pedal
That shit hit different hold up wait
Larry the lobster I'm pushin this weight
Beatin the block I'm beatin this case
You poppin that shit then you will get erased
No whiteout no expo just gun to the face
Pipe down lil nigga just stay in yo place
I know i'm the shit stop twistin yo face
Your barber should quit he fucked up your fade
You got an allowance I'm really self made
Pain in my eyes you ain't paid what I paid
Pain in my eyes you don't know what I paid
My time to blow up a fuckin grenade

I moved a few carts I ain't really trappin
DMV won't listen if I ain't about that action
Don't worry bout that first verse nigga half cappin
Tell Uncle Sam get the fuck off my back
And get back to the point like foremost and first
Hatred in office life only got worse
Dadless, in jail, or your name on a shirt
Ops in yo house but the glock talkin first
Everything black from the fit to the hearse
Ain't no escape boy yo melanin cursed
Born just to die so what's the real purpose
Sight was so cloudy had me feelin hopeless
Live only once, make your life worth it
Fresh out the pot now I'm bouta stir shit
Connected the dots I completed the circuit
Speakin so soft I just hope that God heard it
Workin at Chuy's look how I served it
Bustin my ass if I got it I earned it
Practice my craft til I think it sounds perfect
Don't trust many niggas cuz niggas be serpents
Hate in they heart so they destined to fail
Workin two jobs not much avail
Workin too hard know I'll prevail
Broke little boy comin straight from the Dale
Not movin the weight, but I'm tippin the scales
The timin is right so I'm settin the sails
Stackin my plate cuz I'm hungry as hell
Pressure is building I'm not overwhelmed
You really prepared for this treacherous tale
Theme chasin green not cabbage or Kale
Poor Quincy's mind all locked up in a cell
The setting is Earth you know it so well
Burning her lungs and they thinkin oh well
Meanwhile they linin they pockets with wealth
Stop all that beefin it's bad for her health
Puttin that dairy right back on the shelf
Nah not the cheddar save that for myself
My life is a movie I'm settin the scene
Came out the mud but I did it so clean
Avoided the gutters the rats the fiends
How does one cope with trauma they've seen