THERAPY
It's the 301 Don
I'm a god on the mic
Got my fans preaching
Bout the shit that I write
Don't hide from the comp
But I'm still outta sight
Don't talk to the cops
If I did I would lie
Everybody always up to no good
Some days I think that I'm no good
Then my friends say I'm nice
And my girl say I'm fine
Now I'm feeling like I should
Like a beast from the east
Get the stems to my beats
No lease
Capeesh
In the booth
Make these beats deceased
Finished
Rappers that's as nice as me
Decrease
Daily
So when the game gon pay me
Tryna trade my Volvo in for a 'cedes
Tryna make bread then marry my lady
So we can afford to have like 6 babies
Not crazy
But I could use some therapy
For the nights that my mind lacks clarity
I don't care bout the fame
Popularity
I just wanna feel like my skill is a rarity
All this shit that I write's like therapy
All that tough guy talk ain't scaring me
Pour my heart on the page
Temporarily
Only sipping liquor
When I'm chilling with my shawty
I be sipping on that Malibu
This isn't no Bacardi
Last night broke off from the group at the party
If we get into the shower
We gon get a lil naughty
That's facts
I was falling for her
But she caught me
That's facts
Shawty hung the moon
Before she saw me
That's facts
If you got a problem
You should call me
That's facts
Put it on my life that I'mma solve it
That's facts
I ain't lying to ya
Open up
I might start crying to ya
Always tryna give you what you need
But then forget you wanna do the same for me
I ain't lying to ya
Open up
I might start crying to ya
Always tryna give you what you need
But then forget you wanna do the same for me
Not crazy
But I could use some therapy
For the nights that my mind lacks clarity
I don't care bout the fame
Popularity
I just wanna feel like my skill is a rarity
All this shit that I write's like therapy
All that tough guy talk ain't scaring me
Pour my heart on the page
Temporarily
My life full of highs
My life full of lows
My life is a movie but sometimes
I just wanna watch me a show
I don't know where I'll go
Just hope I end up in a place that reminds me of home
If you feel lost sing along
If thinking bout you every time I be gripping the mic isn't right
Then I wanna be wrong
You striking the pen
Not a bong
In hopes you stay sleep till the morn'
You never make it to dawn
Take hit after hit then you turn it back off
Trying to live out the dreams in my mind
In due time I'll have gone from a kid to a king to a god
I feel like I got it on lock
Ain't trying to even the odds
I'm trying to finish on top
Like us when we fuck every night 'fore I knock
Geez
I'm a god on the mic
Got my fans preaching
Bout the shit that I write
Don't hide from the comp
But I'm still outta sight
Don't talk to the cops
If I did I would lie
Everybody always up to no good
Some days I think that I'm no good
Then my friends say I'm nice
And my girl say I'm fine
Now I'm feeling like I should
Like a beast from the east
Get the stems to my beats
No lease
Capeesh
In the booth
Make these beats deceased
Finished
Rappers that's as nice as me
Decrease
Daily
So when the game gon pay me
Tryna trade my Volvo in for a 'cedes
Tryna make bread then marry my lady
So we can afford to have like 6 babies
Not crazy
But I could use some therapy
For the nights that my mind lacks clarity
I don't care bout the fame
Popularity
I just wanna feel like my skill is a rarity
All this shit that I write's like therapy
All that tough guy talk ain't scaring me
Pour my heart on the page
Temporarily
Only sipping liquor
When I'm chilling with my shawty
I be sipping on that Malibu
This isn't no Bacardi
Last night broke off from the group at the party
If we get into the shower
We gon get a lil naughty
That's facts
I was falling for her
But she caught me
That's facts
Shawty hung the moon
Before she saw me
That's facts
If you got a problem
You should call me
That's facts
Put it on my life that I'mma solve it
That's facts
I ain't lying to ya
Open up
I might start crying to ya
Always tryna give you what you need
But then forget you wanna do the same for me
I ain't lying to ya
Open up
I might start crying to ya
Always tryna give you what you need
But then forget you wanna do the same for me
Not crazy
But I could use some therapy
For the nights that my mind lacks clarity
I don't care bout the fame
Popularity
I just wanna feel like my skill is a rarity
All this shit that I write's like therapy
All that tough guy talk ain't scaring me
Pour my heart on the page
Temporarily
My life full of highs
My life full of lows
My life is a movie but sometimes
I just wanna watch me a show
I don't know where I'll go
Just hope I end up in a place that reminds me of home
If you feel lost sing along
If thinking bout you every time I be gripping the mic isn't right
Then I wanna be wrong
You striking the pen
Not a bong
In hopes you stay sleep till the morn'
You never make it to dawn
Take hit after hit then you turn it back off
Trying to live out the dreams in my mind
In due time I'll have gone from a kid to a king to a god
I feel like I got it on lock
Ain't trying to even the odds
I'm trying to finish on top
Like us when we fuck every night 'fore I knock
Geez
Credits
Writer(s): Cameron Lacey
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