Therapy For My Soul

Yeah

Therapy baby

For my soul

Yeah

It's time to heal, you know

Yeah

Been listening to my thoughts and lately I've been concerned

Feel like my soul on fire, let that motherfucker burn

Ain't nobody gave me shit, I'lll wait my motherfucking turn

(Therapy for my soul)

I had a few hits, even had a few misses

Got clumsy in the kitchen, even broke a few dishes

Street life scarred me, my soul need therapy

(Therapy for my soul)

I ain't never been the one to complain, that's win or lose

Made moves and paid dues, walk in my shoes

It's like a **** came with directions, I really made me

I was drowning, then I threw me a float, I really saved me

Put that on everything, I love that's on my legacy

Never fucked over nobody to make a better me

If you asked her what happened with Keith, we grew apart

Tried to sue me, took me to court, shit broke my heart

Same **** you made a millionaire sue you for millions

Main man, he want it all, none for my children

If 1-5 wasn't my dog, I would've touched him

When that shit went down with Gibs, I couldn't trust him

Invested my hard earned money, tied up my bread

But he gon' try and tell you I'm flaw, that's In his head

This happened just the way I said it, good on your own

And if I'm honest nothing gangsta about you, leave this alone, yeah

And everybody wondering what happened with me and Coach?

Same shit that happened between Tommy and Ghost

Yeah, the checks coming in but trust ain't there

I would say it's all him but that wouldn't be fair

I was fresh up out the streets, tryna fight my own demons

Knew something wasn't righ, I guess I had my own reasons

Mission impossible, I ain't into playing that

Shake took his own life, I ain't understand that

Had me feeling numb, laid in bed for a week

Eyes didn't close one time, that's a week with no sleep

I'ma keep it solid, he the reason me and Ross talk

Never ashamed to admit that I was wrong, yeah, that's boss talk

Since we talking boss talk, let's address this sucka shit

Grown man playing on Instagram, real sucka shit

Why the fuck these clown **** playing with my legacy?

Solid in these streets, that's some shit that you will never be

Talking 'bout power when weak **** do the most

In real life, ****, you really borrow money from Ghost

All that lil' boy shit, yeah, it make it evident

Made millions in these streets, what the fuck is 50 Cent?

And it's still free Meech, love him if he right or wrong

But the streets wanna know do we really get along

If you asking me ****, that's one thousand percent

If I did something wrong then I gotta repent

Ain't no hatred in my heart, ain't no hatred in my veins

If you felt me being distant, think it's time to explain

I was sticking to my plan, when Ralph Simmons took the stand

He tried to G-Money me, what's happening with your man?

Tried to throw me in your case, guess he tryna save face

No exceptions, know the rules, I just handled it with grace

And I ain't saying that you told me to do it, I know better

Still the same ****, nothing but love, that's forever

See my ego and my pride, yeah, I put it all aside

Reminiscing 'bout all them late nights we used to vibe

When it's all said and done, we're brothers, your mother love us

The feds did you dirty, can't stand them motherfuckers

Speaking 'bout brothers, welcome home Tee

A **** might owe you money but that **** ain't me

I be looking for the truth 'cause that shit be hard to find

All these lies and these rumors fucking with my peace of mind

Been listening to my thoughts and lately I've been concerned

Feel like my soul on fire, let that motherfucker burn

Ain't nobody gave me shit, I'lll wait my motherfucking turn

(Therapy for my soul)

I had a few hits, even had a few misses

Got clumsy in the kitchen, even broke a few dishes

Street life scarred me, my soul need therapy

(Therapy for my soul)

Been listening to my thoughts and lately I've been concerned

Feel like my soul on fire, let that motherfucker burn

Ain't nobody gave me shit, I'lll wait my motherfucking turn

(Therapy for my soul)

I had a few hits, even had a few misses

Got clumsy in the kitchen, even broke a few dishes

Street life scarred me, my soul need therapy

(Therapy for my soul)