Pree - TOXIC THERAPY INTERLUDE

Yeah, puffin' on exotic, got my head lifted
Blindin' diamonds tryna get the chain glistening
Bond #9 , got these hoes drippin'
I'm just cruisin' in my lane, so why y'all ain't switchin'
The trap sound is fallin', gotta sound different
Cookin' up with soul, the 808 missin
I will rip rappers apart when it comes to dissin'
I will break these bitches hearts when it comes to fixin

Can't trip on what I can't control, cause it was all written
Squadded up like Call of Duty Warzone, I'm Scottie Trippin
Tryna get my gains outta this world, I stay on planet fitness
Tryna get a hundred days consistent, man, I'm on a mission

Speakin' of consistency, the tracks with always come up missin'
I would start but, really had no hunger or the urge to finish
I was catchin' heat, but lately felt like that the heat extinguished
Had me second-guessin', thinkin' maybe I should just relinquish

But I ain't even make it yet
I ain't even get the lifestyle that I wanted yet
I ain't even get the freestyle for label execs
I ain't even see the Spree crowd come full in effect
Killin' toxic habits, tryin' not to have sex with my ex
Maryland finest they don't even know what's about to come next
Business suited black bowtie, I'm right at they neck
Movin' tact, I'm stayin' out the way they go stack up these checks

My old fling on the gram, flickin up with her boo
I tried to let her slide and let her just do what she do
Added in her close friends, she posted what lovers would do
I thought that y'all were close friends, but that was for me to assume
Thought the reason why we had stopped talkin' cause you needed room
But you was really creepin' with a nigga that do what I do
That's what they say about them Scorpios, it's really true
Whippin' big bodies while these niggas in some mini coupes

We some big bodies while these niggas are some skinny troops
Gotta stay down until they come up, man, I'm livin' proof
I ain't quittin' shit because that shit I spit is really true
I ain't stoppin' shit until I see the safe filled up with blues
Reason why I'm still rappin', nigga, I just gave you two

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Written by:
Latrell Thomas

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