Therapy For My Soul
(专辑: The Recession 2 - 2020)
(J.U.S.T.I.C.E. League) Yeah Therapy baby For my soul Yeah Just tryna heal, you know? Yeah Been listening to my thoughts and lately I've been concerned Feel like my soul on fire, let that motherfucker burn Man nobody gave me shit, I
wait my motherfucking turn (Turn) (Therapy for my soul) I
had a
few hits, even had a
few misses Got clumsy in the
kitchen, even broke a
few dishes Street life scarred me, my soul need therapy (Therapy) (Therapy for my soul) I
ain't never been the
one to complain, that's win or lose Made moves and paid dues, walk in my shoes It's like a
nigga came with directions, I
really made me I
was drowning then I
threw me afloat, I
really saved me Put down everything that I
love, that's on my legacy Never fucked over nobody to make a
better me If you ask me what happened with Kink, we grew apart Tried to sue, he took me to court, shit broke my heart Same nigga you made a
millionnaire, sue you for millions Made man and he want it all, none for my children If One-Five wasn't my dawg, I
would've touched them When that shit went down with Gibbs, I
couldn't trust 'em Invested my hard earn money, tied up my bread But he gon' try to tell you I'm flawed, that's in his head It's happening just the
way that I
said it, good on your own And if I'm honest nothing gangsta about you, leave this alone, yeah And everybody wondering what happened with me and Coach Same shit that happened between Tommy and Ghost 'Cause yeah the
checks coming in but the
trust ain't there I
would say it's all him but that wouldn't be fair I
was fresh up out the
streets, tryna fight my own demons Knew something wasn't right, guess I
had my own reasons Mission impossible, I
ain't on a
plane now Shake took his own life, I
ain't understand that Had me feeling numb, laid in bed for a
week Eyes didn't closed one time, that's a
week with no sleep I'ma keep it solid, he the
reason me and Ross talk Never ashamed to admit that I
was wrong, yeah that's boss talk Since we talking boss talk, let's address the
sucka shit Grown man playing on Instagram, real sucka shit Why the
fuck this clown nigga playing with my legacy? Solid in these streets, that's some shit that you will never be Talking 'bout power, but weak niggas do the
most In real life, nigga you really borrow money from Ghost All that lil' boy shit, yeah it make it evident Made millions in these streets, what the
fuck is 50 Cent? And it's still Free Meech, love him if he right or wrong But the
streets wanna know, do we really get along If you asking me, nigga, that's one thousand percent If I
did something wrong then I
gotta repent Ain't no hatred in my heart, ain't no hatred in my veins If you felt me being distant, think it's time to explain And I
was sticking to my plan while Raf Simons took the
stand He tried to G-Money me, what's happening with your man? Tried to throw me in your case Guess he tryna save face No exception, know the
rules, I
just handled it with grace And I
ain't saying that you told him to do it, I
know better Still the
same nigga, nothing but love, that's forever See my ego and my pride, yeah, I
put it all aside Reminiscing 'bout all them late nights we used to vibe When it's all said and done, we're brothers, your mother love us The
feds did you dirty, can't stand them motherfuckers Speaking 'bout brothers, welcome home, Tee A
nigga might owe you money, but that nigga ain't me I
be looking for the
truth 'cause that shit be hard to find All these lies and these rumors, fucking with my peace of mind Been listening to my thoughts and lately I've been concerned Feel like my soul on fire, let that motherfucker burn Man nobody gave me shit, I
wait my motherfucking turn (Turn) (Therapy for my soul) I
had a
few hits, even had a
few misses Got clumsy in the
kitchen, even broke a
few dishes Street life scarred me, my soul need therapy (Therapy) (Therapy for my soul) Been listening to my thoughts and lately I've been concerned Feel like my soul on fire, let that motherfucker burn Man nobody gave me shit, I
wait my motherfucking turn (Turn) (Therapy for my soul) I
had a
few hits, even had a
few misses Got clumsy in the
kitchen, even broke a
few dishes Street life scarred me, my soul need therapy (Therapy for my soul)