Studio Therapy

The real monsters come from Memphis
And I am their Queen
THC
Studio Therapy

Working for that mailbox money
Get the post at home
Fenna blow up on the charts like Post Malone
I'ma drop all of these bars give you something to see
Working harder cause I'm Carter like I'm Hov and Bey
Gemini so I'm crazy like a Kanye week
But Slavery was not a choice it's a fucking disease
Therapist told me chill out, got PTSD
But I gotta free my people that's how I free me
Pass the title to my children
Sallie Mae letters coming
Just come get this shit
Mane they bussing near my house
Pray my folks ain't hit
When the day comes that I gotta leave
Hope fuck niggas know curse is ending with me
Love Fox, Meer and Muffin til my heart don't beat
Rather mi hijas cry Bentley's not busses
I learned that these niggas is not to be trusted
So I passed on emails don't like it, come buss it
Do not be surprised when those shells are returned
When you get hit, I promise you'll burn
Just like the head of them that's on sherm
Or scratched scalps that is getting a perm
I'll make your address a permanent urn
How you talking so gangsta, but ass is so pretty
My parents had sex and raised me in this city
Stealing liquor from bro at age 15
Taught myself how to cook
Fuck Paula Deen
People looked jealous
Grew up in a palace
But that shit was hell I escaped
I'm Mountbatten
If I owe you, you get burned like dragons
I know that these niggas wan come ride this wagon
A few of you bitches tried fuck with my check
For the next century I will walk on your neck
While you still breathe, I'm gone take my respect
You gone get new holes if you try to test that
Informations the door and knowledge is key
To avoid them locked doors take a second to breathe
Maturity slipping my heart's on my sleeve
Walking up weighted like lung cannot breathe
Tried to step to my special baby can't you see
All the boys and the girls wanna F U C K me
Reality splitting
No fixing it now
Said I'm the worst cause I would not bow
I'm the H.R.H. I will never cow tow
I tried to be sweet, but look at us now
Won't give me my flowers so I'll make me proud
I'm the baddest of bitches, you keep talking loud
You bitches is reggie I'm white widow loud
Never needed a man rather homeless in vans
I do what I want, you, just what you can
Rather trade all my whips for one pair of Vans
Restoring my mindset, Its factory reset
I'm going all in, I'm placing a me bet
Nothing will stop me
A wall cannot block me
I'll knock down your team
I been peeped the specs
You looking gun dumb while I sign your checks
I'm clearing my conscious
No thanks to O Ps
Send you bitches my bill Studio Therapy
Studio Therapy



Credits
Writer(s): Timberly Carter
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