Kevin Gates - Therapy Sessions (with Lyrics & Subtitles)
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Kevin Gates - Therapy Sessions (en) Lyrics
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Emotions cartwheelin' inside
Lotta compartmentalized trauma, I ain't
never talked with you 'bout mine
Swear I'ma kill me a nigga mama, I ain't
even talk, rrr, the bitch dyin'
They sayin' hurt people hurt people,
bitch, I'm destroyed on the inside
Might look cool, calm, and collected,
bitch, I go hard on the inside
Silly me believin' in a bitch nigga,
these niggas fraud on the inside
Put some work down, pull your skirt
down, these niggas broads on
the inside (Huh, huh, huh)
Cartier lenses, I don't get
offended, I quickly remembered
I'm walkin' up out it
Shit sentimental, no sense in
pretendin', I'm no longer rockin'
my Cartier watches
Cartier water, my Tiffany diamonds,
now I don't even like
the name that go with it
Before I go shoppin' or do
any coppin', I want a nigga
brain to go with it
Big Luca Brasi a big trending
topic, I put that on Mazi
that I'ma get with you
You know that it's floatin', I'm
standin' on business, I get in they
face and I hand 'em a fifty
You know I'm on ten when I stand
in the trenches, internet,
I keep a positive image
In the vicinity, I'm in attendance,
you get in my presence,
you know that it's tension
Took care of ho-ass niggas, helpin' broke-
ass hoes wasn't even worth it
Speakin' on me, keep my name out
your dick-sucker, get off the
'Gram and commit you a murder
Know you ain't never been off in
no gangster shit, back up in rank
and 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
I figured it out, I got back in
my bag, yellow caliper matchin'
the 'Rari convertible
Hold up, yeah, I might've
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, ho, go to your room and
go get in your bed (Right now)
You know I'm controllin' the gutter,
you know that I'm thuggin',
I'm one of them men (Yeah)
You know if I put you to sleep, tuck
you in with a switch, you won't
get up again (Good night)
Look how they perpetrate a nigga
image, won't even tell the public
where they get it (Damn)
Imagine you taken away from your family,
you guilty of charges you haven't
committed (What the fuck?)
Everyone else get a slap on the
wrist, every time you go in,
it's a different facility
Man, you ain't no factor (Uh-uh)
You don't get saluted by shooters
and jackers (For real)
Respect be on heavy whenever
you steppin', I'm willin' to
make an example (I kill)
Cutter mexicano, the Mexicans call, been
recruited by people who matter
Call for shovel, come tell, I just went
on and said it, I knew that you ain't understand
it (Lingo, ayy, beep, beep)
Really get active (Yeah), Bread
Winner be on my jacket (Yeah)
I don't listen to nothin' but Gates,
I'm uppin' rank, you know that's my
daddy (You know that's my daddy)
Remember when he used to want me to
rap, but showed me how to unwrap
it (Showed me how to unwrap it)
Bread Winner, Major League Mafia boomin',
a lot of these niggas be actin'
(A lot of these niggas be actin')
Tell 'em to speak on it, you
know they missin' a lot of them
factors (They missin')
You touchin' what we touchin', take
off the glove and your fingers
supposed to be ashy (Good dope)
Brasi sent it, warehouse package delivered
in pallets (Ding-dong)
Just got off the horn with the Bread
Winner don, he throw me the
alley, I'm slammin' (NBA Jam)
Beacoup bands, name ring, I don't
post up on the 'Gram (Uh-uh)
Post up in the trap, pray the
weight could take these
extra grams (It's large)
Love my swag, know I'm yeah (Yeah),
I don't really go nowhere (Yeah)
Out of town shoppin', saw me park, my
smoker pump the gas (Let's do it)
Take my number, let me dap,
no strings attached, I'm
'bout to shag (Yeah)
When the business gettin' handled,
I be quick to cancel plans (Yeah)
Say you still be thinkin' 'bout
me, thank you, ma'am, no,
thank you, ma'am (Huh)
MetroPCS be jumpin', sales be bumpin'
back to back (Lingo, Lingo, ayy)
Done had everything took from me
I swear to God, the next nigga
Next nigga play me, I ain't
got time to be chasin' you
niggas down in the streets
You bitches hide good as a bitch
And talk good as a bitch
I'ma put your mama feet down, bitch,
I'ma make you come outchea
Just come outchea
Get your gangster ass out my
face and go get you a hat
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