SHRINK Lyrics

Alright, Mr. Avila, thank you for coming here today

I see you're already laying down pretty comfortable

So, uh, we can get started

Real quick, just let me know what's been going on in your mind

I write these songs to get my problems solved

The studios the shrink, I'm here often, sometimes awfully long

Deep breaths, I use the weed smoke as my oxygen

Strolling through my thoughts again, you high? bitch, I'm hardly gone

Used to live my life behind the camera, like Freddie

Now I run the web like I'm the one who put iCarly on

Now my team is focused on the Benjis, and we moving mafioso

Like we all from the Corleone

I need my life to be so simple

My only stress is which mic I'll record me on

Pick and choose my own battles

But lately, snakes have got me rattled up

See it all through all angles

Cut the scene, we don't need extras, got it all handled

Moving with degenerates, yes man, we all vandals

Tell me follow laws, but what's the word when the law scandals

Fuck it, they fired, entire board canceled

Yeah, huh

Mischievous impulses, veins filling up with cold blood

Memories when I was broken, who was there to show love

Despicable to family till my homies came and rolled up

Taught me that you gotta get it, don't let it get stolen

Fuck that hoe, don't let her get ahead, show her no love

Split the bread like cold cuts, keep the door shut, need more guts

When walking through the neighborhood, don't show nothing

Leave the butter home and keep the guns by your lower stomach

Real recognize real, fakes will overlook the summit

Keep the heat on low and don't you overcook the product

Let the money hide and seek, don't you go spending on Prada

Emotions keep you weak, mindfulness will get you farther

Mom was suicidal, had to be my own father

Since a youngin' had my worries harbored

Man of the house, since my dad was pick and choosing

A happy family, man, that shit just an illusion

Know the problem with you lil' niggas

You think you know everything about the damn world

You don't know shit

I see you got yourself a little business going

Well, that's good, that's good

You make that paper

But when you making paper, you gotta learn some rules to go with it

You gotta learn the difference between guns and butter

There are two types of niggas in this world

There are niggas with guns and niggas with butter