My Therapist Don't Give a F**k About Me

Millionaire

I started this life down in Gwinnett, yea
I check out the Skyline, head back to met', yea
I'm hitting the nylon, hitting the net, yea
Dive for this pylon, you will get wrecked, yea!

Everybody want somebody
Scared of the Fent, I don't take no Molly
THC, I feel so jolly
Play with my voice, feeling like Yachty
Take my swag, paste + copy
I'll be on the next by the morning

I'm sorry that I talk quiet
My therapist don't give a fuck about me, he ghosted me after the wire
Cook in the kitchen with a fryer
Millionaire Middy get a chef hired
After the show, I retire
Roll up the gas like a tire
Then I apply the fire
I didn't expect to get that high
I couldn't get my eyes off that guy
I can't get my hands off dead guys
I'm trying to get my hands on some loaded fries
Geek up, get high, get loaded, get high
Twin say, "You gotta get low to get high"
I tried dying once, I can't die trying
So fucking fried

Is it fame that you've been awarded now?
Am I to blame for the result that I got out?
Is it fake for me to pray you fall down?
Is it fate for me to pray you fall down?

Hate when these chains just get to linking, they choking me aht
I was raised in the Deep South, wow
The same place where they was choking niggas aht
The same place where they choke the true amount

Hella bands, I got Millions now (Millionaire)
Wow
Hella Bens posted up, chilling in my account (Millionaire)
Hella zeroes, so many I can't count
Not too many heroes... don't worry because I'm here now
Here to save you from the never-ending spout
We gon rid the streets of mid when we Touchdown
And we call cap on all their lids
They ain't doing nothing we never did
Fuck



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Writer(s): Micah Ama-gi
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