Letra Trauma bond T.I.

Trauma bond

Why you hatin'?
We gon' ball and parlay
Pop my shit anyway
We gon' shine in they face (Mr. Hanky)
Why you hatin'?

They gon' celebrate us like they did when Obama won
Eatin' good like in?Abu?
Dhabi,?end of Ramadan
Bitches,?they gon' sweat?a nigga heavy like the sauna's on
Drugs, I done done a ton
Major is my youngest son
We a one of one, nigga you a none of none
Me and mine 'til the end of time
It's a trauma bond (Hahaha)
I say, it's me and mine 'til the end of time
It's a trauma bond

This is a result of stayin' down, havin' it
Spreadin' shit around like the ground, I'm adamant
Mak? sure all of mine touchin' paper, I'm hands on
Cool on th?se lyin'-ass bitches like the fan on
Ain't no back and forth, it's up, it's stuck
They on the internet, I'm pullin' up
I still live in a world where you act like a girl
Real niggas just avoid you, you sus, hmm
I been lustin' for these bitches less and less
I see the pleasure ain't as heavy as the stress
Ayy, listen, you ain't gettin' busy in my city, you got shitty luck
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, end of Ramadan
Bitches, they gon' sweat a nigga heavy like the sauna's on
Drugs, I done done a ton
Major is my youngest son
We a one of one, nigga you a none of none
Me and mine 'til the end of time
It's a trauma bond (Hahaha)
I say, it's me and mine 'til the end of time
It's a trauma bond

Can't see you haters' comments 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'll move to Thailand
Owe it to my fans, stay as solid as I can
These niggas, they be suckers for clicks, a bitch 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
Dick pullin', tryna find out what a man will give 'em
Traded in your self respect for attention
Nigga, traded in your morals for a mention
May the sucker niggas hate us and real ones congratulate us
And the future generations celebrate us

Why you hatin'?
We gon' ball and parlay
Pop my shit anyway
We gon' shine in they face
Why you hatin'?
We gon' ball and parlay
Pop my shit anyway
We gon shine in they face

They gon' celebrate us like they did when Obama won
Eatin' good like in Abu Dhabi, end of Ramadan
Bitches, they gon' sweat a nigga heavy like the sauna's on
Drugs, I done done a ton
Major is my youngest son
We a one of one, nigga you a none of none
Me and mine 'til the end of time
It's a trauma bond (Hahaha)
I say, it's me and mine 'til the end of time
It's a trauma bond
Why you hatin'?