Good-Ass Therapy
Aye look
Cheffin' up an early quesadilla
Feelin' like the wrestler with the onomatopoeia (Bam Bam)
Take a sip of sauce 'fore I pull up to my class
When my mind's fucked up see shit more clear
Playin' with the motion in the bowels
Style with the brothers like I'm Anderson and Gallows
Makin' new connections, man I'm boutta throw the towel
Cause I wanna roll deeper but they movin' too shallow
Playin with the motion in my belly
So much cap they dethrone Tony Kelly
I feel like McLaren F1
They make me tired, call 'em Pirelli
Playin' with the motion in the mental
Spend ten minutes cookin' up an instrumental
Everything you feel is temporary
You're whippin' in the fast lane in a rental
Stay spittin' on people I can't trust
'Cause that's what I think of the most
My patience is thin as my ham cuts
Need machines to detect me, I'm ghost
Keep my ego on a balance, do what I can
but some of you make it a grind
I been learnin' my heart like the back of my hand
Link 'em all to the chain in my mind
Look, cheffin' up a life I wanna live
Never take less than the shit I had to give
Ain't had the cash for a gift for my sis
it's a bitch, shit was a pain in the ribs
Took a lot of time just to heal myself
Fuck the cards, Imma deal myself
I been in some good-ass therapy a long-ass time
So forgive me if I feel myself