Nb23 - Therapy (feat. Michael lewis)

This my therapy
This my therapy
This my therapy
This my therapy
This my therapy making all these melodies
This my therapy when I speak on the beat
Going through some things so I slide to the stu
I vent to the mic I don't need to talk to you
Talk is cheap but not when I make these fuckin songs
At the top is where I'm headed only place I belong
I was down in the trap all them packs I got em gone
Crossing states the smell was strong
Tossing bags I threw it long
Quarterback for the team I drew up plays in bnb's
Whole damn house full of ps so many grams you'd be like geez
Feds knew what we were on so I couldn't drop that song
Actin up off Paul Masson
It's gon drop it won't be long
They done freed 23 I was locked up in the penitentiary
Writing all these songs was my only therapy
Was my only therapy was my only therapy
Yeah I know you fear me yeah I know you hear me
This my therapy making all these melodies
This my therapy when I speak on the beat
Going through some things so I slide to the stu
I vent to the mic I don't need to talk to you
This my therapy
This my therapy
This my therapy making all these melodies
This my therapy when I speak on the beat
This my therapy making all these melodies
This my therapy
Seen some shit that's gonna stick with me
Rock bottom had me in my feelings
Mobbing with the thugs
Yeah we had some problems always got it done
Dope dealing isn't fun
Getting funds by selling drugs
Homie lost his mind only wanted to get that buzz
I was fucked up nobody showing love
So I had to hit the streets
Who'd you guess that I would meet
Just some fiends trynna slum it
Getting high avoiding plummets
Man that smell done hit my stomach
But like rent I kept it coming
Seen them demons I was locked in
Thru the window I was copping
In the parking lot I'm trapping
Pulled a knife we brought a banger
For them hand offs you know I kept a razor
She was a hoe I tried to save her
Now they ask bout my behavior
I can't trust em seen em switch
I can't trust em yeah they always flapping lips
Snitching to the feds or they talking to they friends
Trynna clown me but they ain't know that I was hungry
Trynna clown me but they ain't know my Brodys catching body's
Yeah my OG caught some shots
He still screaming fuck the opps
I was cruising with my brother he was wanted fuck the cops

Written by:
Nehemiah Baustian

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