Therapy Sessions Lyrics – Kevin Gates ft. Lingo
Emotions caught willin inside
Lotta compartmentalized trauma
I ain’t never talk with you about mine
Swear I’ma *** me a ***, mama
I ain’t even talking, *** died
They say hurt people, hurt people, ***
I’m destroyed on the inside
Might look cool, calm and collected, ***, I go hard on the inside
Silly me believing in a ***, ***, these niggas *** on the inside
Put some work down, pull your skirt down, these niggas frauds on the inside
Cartier lenses, I don’t get offended, I quickly remembered, I’m gawping about it
*** sentimental, no sense in pretending, I’m no longer rocking my Cartier watching
Cartier water by Tiffany Diamonds, now I don’t even like the name to go with it
Before I go shopping or doing it, copping, I want a *** brand to go with it
Big Luca Brice, big trend of topic, I put that on my side that I’ma get with you
You know that it’s (?), I’m standin’ on business
I get in they face and I hand them a 50
You know I’m on 10 when I stand in the trenches
Internet, I keep a positive image
Any percent of that, I’m in attendance
You get in my presence, you know that it’s tension
Took care of whole-ass niggas, helpin’ broke-ass hoes
Wasn’t even worth me, speakin’ on me, keep my name out your ***, sucker
Get off the ground and commit you a ***
No, you ain’t never been off in no gangsta ***
Back up and rankin’, I’m back on my purpose
When I was with y’all, I was goin’ in circles
You hang with a clown, you a part of the circus
Cause I figured it out, I got back in my back, yellow caliber matching the Rory convertible
Hold up, yeah, I might have went over your head
I push a button and all of a sudden the ceiling go over my head
You still live at home with your mother, ***, go to their room and go get in your bed
You know I’m controlling the gutter, you know that I’m thug and I’m one of them men
You know if I put you to sleep till you ain’t able to switch, you won’t get up again
Look how they perpetrate a *** image won’ even tell the public where they get it
Imagine you taking away from your family you guilty of charges you haven committed
Everyone else get a slap on the wrist Every time you go in it a different facility
Emotions caught willin inside
Lotta compartmentalized trauma
I ain’t never talk with you about mine
Swear I’ma *** me a ***, mama
I ain’t even talking, *** died
They say hurt people, hurt people, ***
I’m destroyed on the inside
Maaah, you ain’t no factor
You don’t get so loaded by shooters and ***
Respect me on heavy whenever you step in
Ain’t willing to make an example
Call her to me, he kind of a Mexican car, been recruited by people who matter
Carver sharp or cartel, I just went on the set, I knew that you ain’t understandin’
Oh, ayy, really get active?
And Brad wanna be on my jacket?
I don’t listen to nothin’ but gays
I’m up in rank, you know that my daddy
Remember when he used to want me to rap, but show me how I don’t rap it
And Brad wanna major, leave my field boom and a lot of these niggas be actin’
Tell him to speak on it, you know they missin’ a lot of them facts
You touchin’ what we touchin’, take off the gloves and your fingers supposed to be ashy
*** and brass is in it, warehouse package delivered in palace
Just got off the horn with the bread when it dawn, he throw me the L.M. slamming
Band’s name rang, I don’t post up on the gram
Post up in the trap, pray to wake up take these extra grams
Love my swag, know I’m yeah, I don’t really go nowhere
Out of town shopping, saw me park, my smoker pumped again
Take my number, let me bat, no strings attached, I’m about to shave
When the business getting hampered, I be quick to cancel plans
Say you still be thinking about me, thank you ma’am, no thank you ma’am
Metro PCS be jumping, sales be bumping back to back
Everything took from me
I swear to God the next *** play with me
I ain’t got time to be chasing you niggas down in the street
You *** hide good as a *** and talk good as a ***
I’ma put your mind on my feet now, ***
I’ma make you come out here
Just come out here
Get your gangstays out my face and go catch you a head