Therapy Session

[Intro] Yeah Real Rx I got my mask on, yeah Put your mothafuckin' mask on, yeah Real Rx, yeah [Verse] If you gon' shoot then shoot, what's the hold up? They shot and they missed, bitch, ain't had no luck We gon' get back in the Corolla 5.56 hit a Tahoe, flip it over He think it's a brick but I hit it with soda Drywall dummy brick, I compressed it together Before he came, already had a tester together Think you gon' get one up on me? Never I up the gun on whoever My best advice is: move clever We all know bullets don't got names So they bound to go through whoever Every day could be yo last day Made like five thousand on a bad day Your favorite rapper never had lle' Let alone traffic state-to-state I sat in that kitchen and scraped the plate Cooked dope while auntie sing "Amazing Grace" She super anxious waiting for a taste Papi in the trap like Rob Base I served my man uncle raw base He still feel some typa way to this day I fuck with unc, he's super cool Nigga tried to sell me a set of tools I told him, "Unc', them ain't the type of tools I use Tools I got'll make a nigga move Tools I got take a nigga out his shoes Tools I got leave a nigga on the news" Unc' said, "Papi, you a bad man" He went back to digging in the trash can He got a shopping cart full of mad cans He said he on his way to go cash in In a good mood, I gave his ass a 50 Not money, bitch, I gave him a 50 The less work I got on me, the better Undercovers might blitz this bitch whenever I used to play the block hoodied up Servin' every car as they pullin' up Block look like a drive-thru, they know what's up A1 bundles for the low, they know it's us I walked in this motherfucker loaded up 42 on my wrist, this not a 41 Try again, bitch, I'm not one of them Glock cocked, I be done shot one of them They ain't know I had the gun when they let me in You know I got it, bitch, if you see me in I got three different traps and a CPN Pay the rent, I gotta go through the VPN I know these niggas ain't wanna see me win Threw me off the boat, they ain't know I could swim 5.56'll break a nigga limbs I like your chain, I break a nigga chin Beat you like ya stepdad when he drinkin' gin Beat you like you be fuckin' up in school again Beat you like you ain't take out the trash Lay you 'cross my lap and beat yo' ass I don't leave the house without my money rag I don't leave the house without my fuckin' Glock I'm not goin' like Biggie or Pac That's fucked up what they did to Biggie I can care less what the fuck they did to Pac They think he gangster 'cause he shot a cop But he blew trial for rapin' a bitch That mean you was out here takin' shit Now you can say I'm on some hatin' shit But them facts, I'm not just sayin' shit Biggie really sold crack and fucked mad hoes Did Faith Evans fuck Pac? We'll never know Shit, she gon' lie about it anyway And both of them niggas dead and gone But fuck that shit, Pap' the new Biggie What I payed for a cup? Three-fifty What I payed for a pint? A cheap Civic You got two ears for a reason, bitch, listen Somehow I got lean on my B.B. Simon How the fuck you spill lean on a B.B. Simon? A real dope boy don't do consignments Ten times out of ten, I'm bound to rob 'em They say, "Pap' act like he got a mental problem" Up the glick on a nigga and have a mental problem It's supposed to be a drug deal but I robbed him I don't give a fuck, that's his problem Hi-Tech red got me noddin' Real Rx, I empty the bottle How the fuck T.I. ain't do no jail time? He got caught with Saddam Hussein firearms The head of security snitched on you You got caught with pills and your ugly bitch on you They say, "Pap', why you talkin' like that nigga made?" They say, "Pap', why you talkin' like that nigga paid?" Take off my Carti's so you can look at my face Listen closely to what I'm about to say I don't give a fuck that he made I don't give a fuck that he paid I don't give a fuck how much he weigh Niggas die every fuckin' day Broad daylight, hit a nigga with the K By myself, I'm the new N.W.A The Drac' hit harder than Dr. Dre Shit make you lean back and rock away My left wrist brrr, bitch, so icy Glock in my Girbaud's, yep, in my white tee Fabo off the beans, you can do it like me The Glock A-Town stomp on the beat I A-Town stomp on a key Real magician, turn one to a three If you ever see me fightin' a wolf Pray for the wolf, don't pray for me You better ask first if it's safe to speak Don't ever keep the safe in the place you sleep Niggas got a tracking device on your car They know where the fuck you been goin' all week You left two birds at your grandma house There's niggas ready to take your grandma out You got to know 'bout shit to talk 'bout shit Why the fuck you think I talk like this? In any hood that you go, it's the same Niggas get killed when they get too much fame You'll get robbed when you got a big enough chain Dumb niggas fuck up drills 'cause they don't got aim Hit a baby, now you got the hood hot You got every nigga in the hood gettin' watched You got niggas that don't even be in that type of shit They just out here sellin' a little white and shit They don't know that sealed indictment finna hit You get that paper in the mail, they gon' be sick Niggas be in they feelings over petty shit A nigga'll get you killed 'cause you fucked his bitch Niggas'll talk behind your back like a bitch Most niggas don't even be realer than your bitch If you fall off, and ask your mans for help He gon' tell you, "No, you gotta ask your bitch" Your man gon' lie and say he don't got it Your bitch'll give you whatever in her wallet Your bitch overdraft her bank for you Your bitch bound to rob a bank for you When you can't buy drank, your bitch buy it Nigga, my bitch do it for me, I'm not lyin' These niggas is full of nothin' but cap We ain't miss, but, bitch, we spinnin' back We hit them niggas, now we hittin' the witness When nobody breathin', that's when it's finished Glock 27 with thirty-one in it I'm shootin' this motherfucker until it's empty When we spin back, I'm reloadin' You goddamn right, I'ma keep goin' I told cuz, "Don't be speedin' when we slide When I hang out the window, nigga, slow it" They said look like I'm shootin' in slow motion Hop out, walk down and stand over 'em All this shit here could've been avoided But I heard 'bout that shit you told 'Toya You know that bitch gon' run back and tell the hood How you try and snake niggas you be around? That's the main reason I don't even be around But now that's between you and Jesus now Nigga, I'm strapped everywhere I go Opp tried to walk down in the clothing store Nigga, you ain't hear what happen, like, two months before? Got a nigga whacked comin' out a clothing store That's all you need to know, you don't need to know no more I would say some more but can't go no more Anyway, when the opp walked out, I backed out the glick His heart beatin' through his chest, he a whole bitch His man tellin' him, "Chill, that nigga strapped" Both of them niggas is finna get whacked I sip Wock', I don't sip 'gnac Paranoid in the car, can't sit back I do more Percs than Lil Gotit Ask about Pap', they gon' say that lil nigga got it He always got a Glock tucked in his boxers Hangin' out the window, that nigga wylin' Glock big and black like Ben Wallace Shootin' dice, I done hit for ten thousand I was in a gamblin' house for three days straight My mans came to look for me, make sure I'm safe I laughed so hard in the nigga face Don't see what the fuck bulgin' off my waist? A nigga rob me, he won't make it past the gate Put his mom in front of the pastor face Shit get your suit black and your casket gray Pick up a brick and then bash your face Catch you with your kid, they'll get snatched away You screamin', watchin' him get dragged away If you wanna get this lil nigga back safe You better do every motherfuckin' thing I say We got guns like the CIA Fuck the FBI and the DEA Fuck the ATF, fuck all them niggas I wish I had a bomb big enough for all them niggas I walk in the precinct and Saddam them niggas "Pap', why you always wanna cause harm to niggas?" These niggas bitches and I said it Your favorite rapper got fucked for his deal I would sign but I'm stuck in the field Bird in the kitchen, tryna pluck it for real They know I got more swag than Pharrell Walk in this bitch, I'm in my bag, for real I got two different bags that's sealed A bag of gelato and a bag of pills I got two pints in a book bag I ain't pay for 'em, you know I took that White boy try and show me he got lean He went out his way to show it's not green He was dumb enough to put 'em both in my hand I said, "Shit, you know what? I got some green" He said, "Where it's at, Pap'? Let me see it" Pulled out the Glock and showed him the beam He like, "God damn, Pap', it's like that?" "What the fuck you think this is, nigga, a joke?" Passed the pint to Crodie and patted him down Came up 1500 from pattin' him down This what you get for tryna be down Shit happens, charge it to the game Just don't bring charges to my name ARP bullets'll go straight through your brain Micro Drac' same size as a baby I don't pull stunts, bitch, I'm not DaBaby I will slap the fuck outta you and your baby I had four pockets full before Lil Baby I been throwin' fours before Lil Baby I'm the boss don, I'm not a lil baby FN bullets bigger than a baby These niggas overrated like DaBaby I hate when my bitch try and bump DaBaby I hate even more when she bump Meg Thee Stallion Definition of a stallion is male horse I'ma just make that clear if you wasn't sure That dumb bitch lied on Tory Lanez And she got a hot thirty seconds worth of fame In the end, she still tried to fuck up his name If he got locked, I woulda tried to bond Tory Lanez I know damn well he ain't shoot the bitch I heard her story, I'm like, "You stupid bitch" How the fuck one minute you shot and hurtin' Then the next you in the club twerkin'? I ain't gon' lie, I really can't stand that bitch That's a bad representation for these bitches I don't know why the fuck they promote that I think they should bring the G.O.A.T.s back Where the fuck Missy Elliot at? Where the fuck is the gangsta Queen Latifah? Where the fuck is Cleo when you need her? Bring back Lil' Kim before all the weird stuff Lil' Kim look like Moneybagg Yo I'ma save all that there for another note You lyin' if you ain't think MC Lyte dope Erykah Badu weird as shit but she can sing Eve rap better than JT I bumped Lil' Mo before Cardi B They like, "Pap', how many times you loop the beat?" As long as I fuckin' want to speak You woke up hatin' 'fore you brushed ya teeth Drac' bigger than Heavy D I'm in the hood, you never be On pills, I hardly ever sleep My bitch ask, "Why the hell you get that geeked?" I seen shit you'll never wanna see Certain shit I could tell you, other shit, I can't speak Shit fuck with my head, a nigga can't sleep It's hard to crawl out when you waist deep I ain't know how to swim when I was young They threw me in the side that was deep Wasn't nobody there on the side of me It's either I'ma survive or I'ma sink I was mad as fuck when I got out that pool But I learned something that day that stuck wit me You can put me anywhere and I'ma live And I can care less if a nigga fuck with me These niggas know they can't fuck with me It took seven niggas to get a buck fifty But ya man got his fuckin' face broke Punched on 'em and put 'em in like egg yolks I damn near made that nigga call me uncle He ran back lookin' like niggas jumped him They was pissed when they heard one nigga punched him I mean, yeah, I got a scar, but that shit ain't nothin' I know for a fact he can't see straight I ate that buck like a piece of cheese cake That shit all happened over petty shit Bitch, I get petty 'bout petty shit Once it's up, I'm not deadin' shit Niggas speak they mind once they get mad That mean you felt like that behind my back That mean I shoulda been whooped yo ass These niggas be pussy anyway I ain't got shit to prove to a nigga They dick ridin', wanna be cool with niggas I don't be wantin' shit to do with niggas I robbed niggas and went to school with 'em That shit don't make me no motherfuckin' different If I gotta get it, then I gotta get it And I'm gettin' you if you the nigga wit it Don’t get me wrong, I still got morals Stay on the sidewalk if this not for you You supposed to die if you disloyal If he steal, chop his hands off, disown him Real dope boy serve on any corner I could play the quarterback or play the corner Wide receiver wherever you want me Where ever the pack land, that's where I'm gon' be You goddamn right I got it on me Percs got me like a walkin' zombie I bought an Audi thanks to auntie My other Audi my bitch got me I hop out with my wrist rocky First thing they think is, "This nigga cocky" What they never think is, "This nigga got it" Next thing you know is, "This nigga shot me" You'll be surprised at how fast niggas point you out Niggas get on the stand and give details You'll be sitting there shocked as hell Like, "How the fuck you remember this shit that well?" Feds be tellin' niggas what to say Don't get me wrong, it's still rattin' either way But they know these niggas be makin' shit up Judge still slay you, they don’t give a fuck You ain't got a paid lawyer, you shit out of luck And even when you do, you still could get fucked That's just what it is, but you knew that Now you thinking when your mom said, "Don't do that" You sittin' in the courtroom with flashbacks First time yo' mom caught you with mad crack She told you, "Get out, and don't bring yo' ass back" Now you talkin' 'bout you wish you could take it back Hold that shit down and get your weight up Put in your pill papers and keep your faith up 'Cause when you was trappin', baggin' your weight up You wasn't worried about gettin' cased up Your baby mom tryin' bond you out She can’t put up the house, she only got paystubs Grandma can't help you, she don't make enough Mom not gon' help you 'cause she had enough She sick and tired of seein' you in cuffs You in your cell stressed as fuck You gettin' skinny cause you not eating You heard your bitch fuckin', now you not thinkin' Yeah, you heard she fuckin' one of your opps If you was home, you woulda got niggas shot If you was home, you woulda did mad shit But get over it, nigga, you not You know how many times I laid in that cot? Claustrophobic in that lil' ass box? Use the sink to wash my draws and socks? Get a rollup loosie from one of the opps? Muslim niggas fuck wit' me in jail I always tell 'em I ain't really religious They say, "That's cool, Papi, we get it But just be cool and don't be trippin'" If a nigga try me, I'ma handle my business The respect mutual so they get it I'm not one of them niggas that's scared of jail When I get locked, they treat me very well Me and my dad name ring bells Papi known for crankin' and causin' hell I see my opp, I don't talk at all I'm crankin', tryin' break a nigga jaw We crashin' out every time we see each other Take it to the street, we could beat forever Me and my Glock always be together I love my Glock, we sleep together My bitch be gettin' a lil' jealous I'm sorry, baby, but I can't help it "It stink, it smell like dope in here" Obviously, bitch, I was cookin' dope in here Auntie gotta pay extra to smoke in here She a OG, she know the ropes in here She told me 12 was up the block Then let me know when the coast was clear Auntie been smokin' dope for years I got good relationship with auntie kids Bought they ass some video games New clothes and shoes with good shoe strings Auntie said, "Pap', I love you like my son They can say what they want but, nigga, you the one" Every junkie know I got that shit They lie all the time but they never quit I don't need a deal to get rich Two flip phones'll get me rich I'll take a deal to get me legit Every day, I be tryna quit Streets callin', I'm the people's champ Pap' the golden apple out the camp Don't ever tell me what I can't Up the Drac' and make a nigga tap dance Beat the pot, hit it the with the back hand They gon' say, "Oh, yeah, the old Pap' again" I ain't gon' lie, I don't know what Pap' this is I looped this beat so many fuckin' times I got so much shit on my mind And way too much shit I gotta say I'ma tell you shit these rappers won't tell you No nigga is just gon' be willin' to help you They only gon' help you if you helpful Or have you do shit somebody else should do They only person care about yourself is you Nowadays, niggas live like they in the zoo Don't worry about Pap', I'm in the loop When you lookin' for me, I'm in the coupe Everybody know I'm stingy with my boo I don't like sharin' weed, drank, or my boo I rolled this Backwood to smoke it I didn't roll this Backwood to pass it I payed 650 for these Margielas, bitch, you better watch where you ashin' Big body beat when I back in Bump 10kdunk' when I'm in traffic It's either [?] put you onto traffic Self-made my shit, crodie be blacking They say, "Pap', what you doin' in the A?" Don't worry 'bout what I'm doin', just know I'm straight Glock beat like Cool & Dre My left wrist cooler than Cool & Dre I could bend the rules with the Drac' Junkies in the hood treat me like Drake I'm not Ice Cube, it's not a good day Auntie keep comin' short and tryna play me This bitch must think I'm sweet or somethin' Finna punch out this bitch teeth for frontin' Crodie said, "Pap', don't be beatin' the junkies" Chill, this between me and the junkie Better leave me the fuck alone Mind yo' bidness and get the fuck on Auntie, next time you come, it better be straight Or I'ma break every bone in your face I can't vote 'cause I'ma felon Even if I wasn't, I still wouldn't do it None of them niggas like black people So to me, that shit be all stupid They shoulda let Martin Luther King be president He woulda at least had white people try and be cool In white towns, they kill a nigga, it's cool A nigga can get killed for walkin' to school They like, "Pap', watch what you talkin' 'bout" No, these niggas need to watch Joe Biden house I don't give a fuck about no Secret Service I'm tryna keep it a secret that fact that I'm servin' I'm ridin' with a pound in the car, nervous I don't got a license, I got a permit, learners But that shit suspended so I don't got shit And if I get pulled over, that's it Whenever I drive, it's not legit I still take the chance, I'm drug rich These niggas givin' y'all mad checks Later on, you gon' have to pay back double Hope you ain't spend it all on Dior, Dior And I hope you niggas know how to hustle Mad niggas I know went to the feds Only thing I could do is shake my head These niggas don't know nothin' about finesse They tryna flex for Instagram bitches You got hood niggas caught up, Instagram livin' Street niggas turn to Instagram niggas And it's all over Instagram bitches 'Cause they only like Instagram niggas Papi an instant gram whipper Before I help a bitch, I'll clip her If we both runnin', then I'll trip her I'm just a devious, grimy ass nigga Hoes be thinkin' they be somethin' special Bitch, you know you not nothin' special Every nigga in the hood had you You like a $5.99 meal special They said, "Pap', you need help, you special" No I'm not, that's really how bitches be My bitch be real as real could be Should wouldn't be my bitch if she wasn't real wit me These niggas crossed the line 'bout pussy I draw the line and show you I'm not pussy It's not 'bout a bitch, it's about the principle You blatantly disrespect me to my face Don't DM my bitch and smile in my face That's mad weird, suspect, and gay I don't got nothin' against people that's gay Some of my best coke licks was gay And they bump my music to this day I say what the fuck I wanna say Real nigga don't gotta say "no homo" 'Cause niggas not gonna say nothing homo I'ma tell you right now how this won't go With you breathin' or leavin' out the front door You better put that fuckin' bag down Red dot on your nose like cash clowns These bitches think they Kash Doll Kash Doll need to sit her ass down Papoose got a edge up wearin' the fitted Still, to this day, I just don't get it Like why the fuck you ain't take off the fitted? What the fuck was you tryin' to keep hidden? Don't mind me, I'm booted and been sippin' This fuckin' song sixteen minutes This shit better than Uzi "20 Minutes" 'Cause he ain't say shit for twenty minutes The opps on the block, we finna spin it As soon as we spot 'em, get to hittin' Niggas know Papi 'bout his bidness Head tap a nigga, now he's finished They hit Casanova with the RICO He already a felon, that nigga finished You can't mix gangbangin' with bidness Then rap about it, that's like self-snitchin' Notice I don't talk about too much Crip shit Everybody already know I'm Crip A nigga play, I'ma get him hit Ain't none to talk about, that's it I lied, I said it was gon' be sixteen minutes But I'ma keep goin' 'cause my body different The drugs in my body hittin' I'm on live right now with my fans right now, kickin' shit Dog keep makin' noise, I'm finna kick the bitch The weed I smoke expensive as shit Truffles damn near 550 for a zip I cop back to back like it ain't shit Your favorite rapper don't know how to whip Your favorite rapper don't know 'bout a split Your favorite rapper never bust a slab Try to walk like Pap', you gon' bust your ass These niggas can't walk in my shoes Pap' smoother than Devin the Dude 50 Cent, I'll whoop your head with the tool You better not ever get this shit confused I robbed the shit out Slick Rick for his jewels And rocked them bitches in a interview Nigga, Pap' more connected than the mob Put a nigga in the trap, give 'em a job They like, "Pap', why the fuck is you goin' off?" Hang my wrist out the window, I'm showin' off When you get the bag, you supposed to ball A real boss make his own protocol The Glock always close to my balls Hollow hit your face, oven roast your jaw Number one rule; don't talk with the folks at all In San Antonio, got folks to call Had GD's pulled up on the 8 with 8 I'm real drug rich from state to state I'm sticked the fuck up when I'm in the A Smoke top shelf za' when I'm in the bay Treat Pap' like Suge when I go to LA They say I'm Max B in the modern day All these niggas wanna ride my wave Niggas talk behind your back and hide they face I played the hand I was dealt, nothin' but spades Learnt about dope at a early age My dad bought my first game system with crack My dad bought all my shit off of crack My mom bought a car from sellin' crack My mom hate when I talk 'bout her sellin' crack Check my background, I been to hell and back He Cashed App me, I'ma mail it back Watch your tone, who the fuck you yellin' at? I will beat the fuck out you like your dad Shoot this bitch up if you make me mad Pop another E pill 'fore I start to crash Damn near 800 horses, this bitch draggin' I make a mixtape faster than Money Man Played the trap for two days, that's a hundred bands Make a phone call, bet they bring it in a van Get the work and leave, I payed 'em in advance Ain't used to have a cig, I was freelancin' Take a nigga bitch and get a free ransom He Real Rx if we stamped 'em Let that nigga play wit that money if he want We outside your house Call of Duty campin' I'm up with the J's, we all vampin' Put the work in the wax bag and stamped it You can catch the RICO when you stamp it But the hood gotta know who got that shit I cook cocaine in front of my cousin He like, "How the fuck you make it lock that quick?" He said, "Papi, you got that wrist" I say, "You think that's some then just watch this" I had a leftover sixteen grams I brought that bitch back to twenty six Pap' a real life cocaine magician I wouldn't talk to a therapist at all They wouldn't believe that I see blood on the wall Or use the Ouija board to talk to my dog They wouldn't believe half the shit I said I saw They spun the block twice, we hittin' the car I don't give a fuck who in the car When we spunt the first time, that was your fair warning The Draco loud as Ric Flair yellin' Your favorite rapper nowhere near felon The industry not ready for a nigga like Pap' Speak my mind, can't shit hold me back [Outro] Real Rx And this shit was better than Uzi "20 Minutes," fuck outta here Yeah