I'm just thinkin' bout my past and shit
We was broke, we was down, we ain't have shit
I done made so much money, Off these plays just last year
I ain't wanna lose, so I shift that bitch to last gear
Ain't shit sweet, watch the rearview, cause they love to creep
All them old homies turnt to enemies
I can't get too close to a frienemy
They plan on ending me
Hit they block with the belt, give 'em spankings
You can't spank me, you can't spank me
You gotta thank me, you gotta thank me
Do a lot for my people that ain't changin'
And we be laughin' at the people that be hatin
God bless all the people that be waitin' Droppin' ashes from these throwbacks I be facin
All this shit exotic, ain't no basic
And you ain't down to ride, you ain't on your homie's side
You get up in that jam, you'll give up your homie life
Nigga like that ain't real, he'll run in a fight
My loyalty unmatched, this a hard-ass life
Yeah, but we livin' Everything a blessing, baby, everything God givin
Grew up in a C-section, we was ghetto children
Pardon me, baby, they let three up in the building
Damn, can't hit my bro phone
That shit always cross my mind, like damn, my bro gone
Niggas actin' weird, I'm like damn, what bro on
Niggas movin' weird, I'm like damn, what bro on
Yeah, niggas slitherin' Trapped up in a maze, so you better pay attention
I cannot be replaced, so my ex bitch feelin' different
I'm a star, I'm a shine, baby, please don't block my vision
Pour that 42 in the cut, now bitch, I'm teed up
Hit my cousin for a new chain, I hit TD up
She ain't understand how I think, I had to leave her
Damn, I really miss my granny, I really need her
Like, I was in a coma on life support for a couple days
Talkin' to God, you know what I'm sayin'
I woke up, the next month my granny died, like, shit was crazy
I'm who they call if it's a problem
If it's family, it's all love, they know I got em
Tryna part the sea, just like Moses, I got problems
How you do your people wrong, coward, you got problems
They keep on talkin', they don't know shit
Fake homies come around and bring up old shit
Watch the double cross, cause rats and snakes think they slick
I'm on auto-mode if they out of bounds I'm stankin shit
They keep on talkin', they don't know shit
Fake homies come around and bring up old shit
Watch the double cross, cause rats and snakes think they slick
I'm on auto-mode if they out of bounds I'm stankin shit
They keep on talkin', they don't know shit
Fake homies come around and bring up old shit
Watch the double cross, cause rats and snakes think they slick
I'm on auto-mode if they out of bounds I'm stankin shit
3rdworld Trap - Therapy Lyrics
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I'm just thinkin' bout my past and shit
We was broke, we was down, we ain't have shit
I done made so much money, Off these plays just last year
I ain't wanna lose, so I shift that bitch to last gear
Ain't shit sweet, watch the rearview, cause they love to creep
All them old homies turnt to enemies
I can't get too close to a frienemy
They plan on ending me
Hit they block with the belt, give 'em spankings
You can't spank me, you can't spank me
You gotta thank me, you gotta thank me
Do a lot for my people that ain't changin'
And we be laughin' at the people that be hatin
God bless all the people that be waitin' Droppin' ashes from these throwbacks I be facin
All this shit exotic, ain't no basic
And you ain't down to ride, you ain't on your homie's side
You get up in that jam, you'll give up your homie life
Nigga like that ain't real, he'll run in a fight
My loyalty unmatched, this a hard-ass life
Yeah, but we livin' Everything a blessing, baby, everything God givin
Grew up in a C-section, we was ghetto children
Pardon me, baby, they let three up in the building
Damn, can't hit my bro phone
That shit always cross my mind, like damn, my bro gone
Niggas actin' weird, I'm like damn, what bro on
Niggas movin' weird, I'm like damn, what bro on
Yeah, niggas slitherin' Trapped up in a maze, so you better pay attention
I cannot be replaced, so my ex bitch feelin' different
I'm a star, I'm a shine, baby, please don't block my vision
Pour that 42 in the cut, now bitch, I'm teed up
Hit my cousin for a new chain, I hit TD up
She ain't understand how I think, I had to leave her
Damn, I really miss my granny, I really need her
Like, I was in a coma on life support for a couple days
Talkin' to God, you know what I'm sayin'
I woke up, the next month my granny died, like, shit was crazy
I'm who they call if it's a problem
If it's family, it's all love, they know I got em
Tryna part the sea, just like Moses, I got problems
How you do your people wrong, coward, you got problems
They keep on talkin', they don't know shit
Fake homies come around and bring up old shit
Watch the double cross, cause rats and snakes think they slick
I'm on auto-mode if they out of bounds I'm stankin shit
They keep on talkin', they don't know shit
Fake homies come around and bring up old shit
Watch the double cross, cause rats and snakes think they slick
I'm on auto-mode if they out of bounds I'm stankin shit
They keep on talkin', they don't know shit
Fake homies come around and bring up old shit
Watch the double cross, cause rats and snakes think they slick
I'm on auto-mode if they out of bounds I'm stankin shit
We was broke, we was down, we ain't have shit
I done made so much money, Off these plays just last year
I ain't wanna lose, so I shift that bitch to last gear
Ain't shit sweet, watch the rearview, cause they love to creep
All them old homies turnt to enemies
I can't get too close to a frienemy
They plan on ending me
Hit they block with the belt, give 'em spankings
You can't spank me, you can't spank me
You gotta thank me, you gotta thank me
Do a lot for my people that ain't changin'
And we be laughin' at the people that be hatin
God bless all the people that be waitin' Droppin' ashes from these throwbacks I be facin
All this shit exotic, ain't no basic
And you ain't down to ride, you ain't on your homie's side
You get up in that jam, you'll give up your homie life
Nigga like that ain't real, he'll run in a fight
My loyalty unmatched, this a hard-ass life
Yeah, but we livin' Everything a blessing, baby, everything God givin
Grew up in a C-section, we was ghetto children
Pardon me, baby, they let three up in the building
Damn, can't hit my bro phone
That shit always cross my mind, like damn, my bro gone
Niggas actin' weird, I'm like damn, what bro on
Niggas movin' weird, I'm like damn, what bro on
Yeah, niggas slitherin' Trapped up in a maze, so you better pay attention
I cannot be replaced, so my ex bitch feelin' different
I'm a star, I'm a shine, baby, please don't block my vision
Pour that 42 in the cut, now bitch, I'm teed up
Hit my cousin for a new chain, I hit TD up
She ain't understand how I think, I had to leave her
Damn, I really miss my granny, I really need her
Like, I was in a coma on life support for a couple days
Talkin' to God, you know what I'm sayin'
I woke up, the next month my granny died, like, shit was crazy
I'm who they call if it's a problem
If it's family, it's all love, they know I got em
Tryna part the sea, just like Moses, I got problems
How you do your people wrong, coward, you got problems
They keep on talkin', they don't know shit
Fake homies come around and bring up old shit
Watch the double cross, cause rats and snakes think they slick
I'm on auto-mode if they out of bounds I'm stankin shit
They keep on talkin', they don't know shit
Fake homies come around and bring up old shit
Watch the double cross, cause rats and snakes think they slick
I'm on auto-mode if they out of bounds I'm stankin shit
They keep on talkin', they don't know shit
Fake homies come around and bring up old shit
Watch the double cross, cause rats and snakes think they slick
I'm on auto-mode if they out of bounds I'm stankin shit
Writer: Anthony Scott
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid