Therapy Session

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Oowee
This beat classy as hell make me feel like I'm at the Met Gala or something
You know what it is, why you playin wit my top?
Niggas actin like they on the same level but we not
I know two things for certain, first off, hell is hot
And all these niggas out here playin gangsta really tellin' cops
Why my people doin time in that cell for sellin' crops?
Tell the judge eat a dick and the DA suck a cock
Swear my life be like a movie but I never get my props
Three toolys on me now I be swaggin like my pops
R.I.P. dat man yeah I really miss my dawg
Man he never even got a chance to hear one a my songs
Based on shit I talk about he prolly wouldn't sing along
I'm trynna do right fo my mama folx thing I been living wrong
Now some people dat don't get it out there prolly would agree
But if I ain't out here judging you then why the f*ck you judging me?
I ain't even hurt nobody I's just trynna get some cheese
I was hustling in Supreme, gettin dat green by any means
Have you ever been inside a house around them fiends
Have you?
Ever peeped a dead body lying in the streets
Have you?
Ever heard a person gurgling struggling to breathe
Most a y'all be traumatized over half the shit I seen
Don't nobody out there know all bout me and that's how I like it
By the time you hear dat I was there I'm gone just like some lightning
F*ck it finna tell y'all bout a time when I was young and trifling
16 when I first got me some pussy I ain't have no license
Times was gettin harder bag was smaller drivin up my prices
But I had dat fire no denying niggas finna buy it
Lookin grown as hell walked up in stores and bought dem Swisher diamonds
Bust dem bitches down then put some crud inside now I'm the highest
I was down depressed and feeling dead inside like really lifeless
Thought bout how shit'd be if I was gon but I ain't never try it
Cause who the f*ck gon wipe my mama tears up while she cryin'
Plus she lost one son already I know dat shit traumatizing
One day I woke up got out dat slump and hopped back in my bag
Niggas out here trynna fake the funk but they just smellin bad
I had bought a ounce to smoke myself and ent up sellin half
Still made like 200 off that bitch wit my hustling ass
Never mowed a lawn once in my life but I was cutting grass
They ain't wanna let me in the door so now I'm shoving pass
I went thru that checklist every day when trynna get some cash
I'm a nigga dat my X-Mas like the ghost of Christmas past
But that's enough about the old me
An OG had told me a hot head make cold feet
So now I keep a cool mind even when I face heat
A couple months ago was facing time just trynna stay free
The courts a prolly look at how I'm living like "it can't be"
They wanna see me shackled up in cages like it's slavery
I can't pretend I didn't do the shit I did it made me
This song was like a journal thanks for listening to the pages

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