Therapy Session Lyrics

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 fuck 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

Fuck 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 fuck 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