Frank O - Therapy

Might need some therapy, maybe some help with my entropy
Got, what these niggas be lacking in rhyme and identity
I know some bitches that's feeling me I know some niggas that's hating
Mad you can't reach what I grew to be
Mad you still preaching that foolery
Mad cause you fake like your jew-la-re I turn the stew to a sauna
Heat it up, slow it down, pop it Flow while your bitches massaging
Hydrate and sip on that agua
We finna ride on our oppas
Killas gon' mop it
We want the corner side office
My niggas hungry and lawless I seen them niggas make dollars off fiends who go steal from they mamas And gleam with a mouth full of diamonds
They came from house full of trauma I'm in the trap by the exit, be damned if
You leave and Don't buy shit
Ain't frontin' so no point in asking Be damned if I don't reach that bracket where taxes Ain't taking six back
And I don't fumble package
Promise you won't catch me lacking
365 ain't no waiting n plannin
Fuck up the planet with nothing but passion
See it, I want it, a nigga gon' have it
No other way that a nigga could have it
Put in that work
Bottom to top, taking notes on the difference I carried the game off the strength of a sentence
Unload the navy for niggas that swimming like abracadabra
You washed in your feelins Embrace the image of Icky, a villain

48 hours and 48 killings I give a fuck what you thought you had witnessed
Them niggas is gone, don't nobody remember
Bar after bar after bar got me trippin
I promise you don't wanna see what I'm sippin
Ether is flowing, my god body sand Put Goku to death while my records is playing

Crocodile tears should've stayed out the lake
Call me big fish cause I eat what I ain't

Written by:
Frank McCray

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