Street Therapy

[Intro: Krept]

Son

Tally

[Verse 1: Krept]

Spoke to my little nigga, he's sick of the same shit

Same stick, same clip, rolling with the same grip

Same whip, same clique, rolling on the same strip

Same beef, same streets, rolling on the same pricks

And he tired of it, standing on the business, not relying on it ('Lying on it)

That feeling of being trapped in a larger state

The carnage waits, these decisions are hard to make (Hard to make)

If you never saw the blood then you can't relate

My brother done a spin, now he in the bin (Bin)

'Cause he got him, now they singing hymns

Threw away the SIM (Yes) 'cause he let it ring

Right here, right now, nigga, Fatboy Slim (Ah)

It's fucked cah if you ask most these little niggas why they're beefing (Why)

They don't even know where it stem from

All I know is they just want their oppositions dead, gone

And where can they get the next skeng from?

And they don't even care now cah it's up in the air now (Yeah)

Only thing they care 'bout is my man's whereabouts

It's hard to tell these little niggas "Take a next entrance"

Don't teach you sign language but this shit a death sentence

R.I.P., let my soldiers rest (R.I.P.)

And don't just remember God when you close to death (Facts)

In a world where you should hope for more

But we deal with so much pain so we hope for less

[Chorus: Matt Lansky]

I'm really tryna make it happen, but I'm stuck in the deep

They always say they understand, but they ain't feeling me

I gave my heart to the hood, they don't want me to leave

I gotta hold my homie down 'cause he done it for me

All them years that I been standing on this business got me tired, oh

And I ain't running from opponents, but I'm running from the sirens, oh (Yeah, yeah, yeah)

[Verse 2: Konan]

Where I'm from, you either rot in a jail cell or die in the streets

The young ones learn from us and then the cycle repeats

And I've always heard them say sleep's the cousin of death

I'm wide awake cah my cousin just died in his sleep

Five TV's in my house for all them times I had to ride basic

My probation still can't believe that I made it

Add all our jail time together and it's over a hundred years

I don't like to think about the time wasted

Bully just came home, he done eleven years

And Paul's got a year left, he done seven years

I make salah, I make dua and hope that Heaven hears

You can see the pain in my eyes, but these are denim tears

And they don't understand how that's normal to us

When you're from where I'm from, it ain't normal to trust

I still made it out the mud, no corners were cut

So they can talk all they want, but they ain't talking to us, for real

[Chorus: Matt Lansky]

I'm really tryna make it happen, but I'm stuck in the deep

They always say they understand, but they ain't feeling me

I gave my heart to the hood, they don't want me to leave

I gotta hold my homie down 'cause he done it for me

All them years that I been standing on this business got me tired, oh

And I ain't running from opponents, but I'm running from the sirens, oh (Yeah, yeah, yeah)

[Verse 3: Potter Payper]

Is it a gift or a curse? I never can pretend

We're the ones that they always wanna apprehend

I know bolts and bars, I know pads and pens

When Amy made "Back to Black," I went back to pen

I came home and said "I'm never selling packs again"

I'm sleeping on myself, I need to put the trap to bed

Instead, I cook a nine piece while my cat's asleep

This white girl's got a body like Angeline

My nanny always said the whole world's at my feet

We was locked up together, you even backed my beef

So I gave you all my love, I wish I had receipts

So when it's all said and done, at least I slapped my heat

Cah when I never had nuttin, least I had the streets

I feel like I'm Mike Skinner, dry my eyes, it's peak

Three-Six died in my cell, I cried for weeks

When you're broke and on your knees, how'd you find your feet?

Feds nicked me, tried ruining my life again

Alhamdulilah, at least I got to spend time with Fems

Joint enterprise fucking up the guys again

I bring my knees to my chest and I rise again

Is it a gift or a curse? I never try pretend

See these Cartier frames give me a wider lens

And now I'm rich and I'm handsome, that's in my defense

And my friends and my family, I'd die for them

[Outro]

Yo, it's [?][3:40]

Big up my brothers, Krept, Konan, Potter Payper

Draw the picture for them, aight? You feel me, [3:45][?]

You gotta serve up somethin'

Joint enterprise, corrupt law, tell the streets about it

And tell these little yutes on the road, don't get caught up in the system

I been livin' it

Think five moves ahead