Therapy
My life's a movie, need a documentary
Police asking me what happened, I just lost my memory
Been haven bought the house, before a got these jewelry
Bitches want my baby, that's a opportunity
Did a show up at the club, the drinks complementary
I can never chase a bitch, I ain't got the energy
Tired of these rappers steeling my identity
My shoe a 42, 'cause it came from Italy
Flossing on they ass, I ain't gotta no cavities
My whip ain't got a engine, that shit got a battery
I used to say "I'ma be rich" now I'm doing practically
Broke niggas mad at me, need to grip on reality
Made ten in a day, like a did a robbery
If you get up on your knees, I accept your apology
I'm a player in the game ion practice monogamy
How to fuck is you a boss, and they got you a policy
I'm from a city with a lot of jealousy
Fucking up my liver sipping all this Hennessy
Once he's tryna play me, I can't show him sympathy
I'm platinum in the streets, nigga fuck the industry
Quit compare me
Ain't no similarity
The net fucked up on my net worth apparently
Do I fuck on my fans? Not necessarily
Hit the mall and blow bands, that's a former therapy
Police asking me what happened, I just lost my memory
Been haven bought the house, before a got these jewelry
Bitches want my baby, that's a opportunity
Did a show up at the club, the drinks complementary
I can never chase a bitch, I ain't got the energy
Tired of these rappers steeling my identity
My shoe a 42, 'cause it came from Italy
Flossing on they ass, I ain't gotta no cavities
My whip ain't got a engine, that shit got a battery
I used to say "I'ma be rich" now I'm doing practically
Broke niggas mad at me, need to grip on reality
Made ten in a day, like a did a robbery
If you get up on your knees, I accept your apology
I'm a player in the game ion practice monogamy
How to fuck is you a boss, and they got you a policy
I'm from a city with a lot of jealousy
Fucking up my liver sipping all this Hennessy
Once he's tryna play me, I can't show him sympathy
I'm platinum in the streets, nigga fuck the industry
Quit compare me
Ain't no similarity
The net fucked up on my net worth apparently
Do I fuck on my fans? Not necessarily
Hit the mall and blow bands, that's a former therapy
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Writer(s): Unknown Writer, Michael Sherman
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