Thearapy Lyrics

Them crackers

In my business again

Them bitches

In my business again

Wtf they wont just

Let me live

I'm stressed out

So the wood getting lit

They be thinking

They know me

Talking bout old shit I did

You aint been were I been

Know you aint did what I did

Na I couldn't talk it

If a nigga aint live it

So dont leave nothing in the car

Because these niggas still bippin

We still living where they jack a lot

So dont ask me why

Im packing mamma

I got robbed I couldn't snitch

So wtf im supposed to do

My own man

I gotta solve my own problems

Aint too many options

And my family couldn't

Pay for me to go to college

I cant make it at a job

Only making fifth teen dollars

Some days im willing to risk it all

Just to see these commas

These bitches set you up

So I aint never pillow talking

Rappers is targets

Its a weapon with me

Texting my little brother Tigga

Like be better than me

Since a juvenile

Trying to be the best I can be

I just went to jail again

Driving DWB

I dream of where

The grass is greener

Broke bitches get the silent treatment

I cant live in peace

So how can I be peaceful

I had to make it happen

Legal or illegal

Thats for real nigga

I had to make happen

Legal or illegal

I cant live in peace

So how can I be peaceful

Mobsta