In "Traumatized," Benny the Butcher and Fuego Base trace how early exposure to poverty and violence hardened them into survivors who trust almost no one. The repeated memory of seeing Biggie dead becomes the wound that justifies keeping a weapon ready and treating every success as fragile. They contrast their own slow, dangerous climb with rivals who advanced through favors and imitation, insisting that real standing comes from sacrifice. The song ends as a warning: grief has made them vigilant, wealthy, and unwilling to play at conflict that could turn real.
Traumatized Lyrics by Benny the Butcher
(Feat. Black Soprano Family, Fuego Base)
Nate I$ Dope
These are the real Sopranos
Uh, was in the ‘caine, wasn’t in that lane
But your logic different when you see poverty out your windowpane
Life sentence in the tires when that rental came (Skrrt)
Pill run
First the Benzos came, then the Benzos came
Couple homies dead, now they livin’ through me
I sacrificed for this spot, it wasn’t given to me
They left the grimy niggas out, I brought some life to niggas
Your favorite rapper trash, I should write for niggas
I think it’s gay, all that spite from niggas
Y’all should go to freaky bars
I heard they got a special night for niggas
Y’all rode dick to get ahead while I took many steps
Who runnin’ them freaky parties since Diddy left?
I got a mule that got something up a Fendi dress
I’m the illest fat nigga since Biggie left
I’ve been traumatized since I seen Biggie stretched
So I vow to blow the semi till ain’t any left
I’ve been traumatized since I seen Biggie stretched
Last of a dying breed and it ain’t many left
I’ve been traumatized since I seen Biggie stretched
So I vow to blow the semi till ain’t any left
I’ve been traumatized since I seen Biggie stretched
Last of a dying breed and it ain’t many left
I’ve been traumatized since I seen Biggie stretched
So I vow to blow the semi till ain’t any left (Uh)
I’m traumatized, so my trails covered
And this rap shit got me richer than the average NFL punter (That’s right)
The price of life cheap for twelve bars
I could get you leaked like a Young Thug jail call (Stupid)
I wake up ready to D-I-E
I know you haters would rather that
Than see me do it B-I-G (Dang)
You an Internet thug, you wanna be like me (You goofy)
And I ain’t post the shit we took when I could B-I-G (Base)
I ain’t playin’ no Internet games with none of you niggas
