Therapy Shit Lyrics - Kevin Gates

[Intro] 

We having humps along the way 

But the reward is in the journey 

I'm in my bag 

[Verse 1] 

I left from global tours 

Almost in my peak 

To have to go and sit down in a clink 

Just to reach 

The peak again 

Mad with prison guards turning keys 

Mad with God why don't he answer me while on my knees 

I'm in need, I believe 

Life don't ever turn out how we want, but I succeed 

I hustled a lil bit pursuing things which I achieved 

I told my wife my plan 

I also told her she can leave 

She cried her eyes out then abruptly she just agreed 

I had to talk in code while giving orders to streets 

Executive, staff, 2 board members 

They on my team 

Executor fairs whenever matters get decreed 

I played by the rule received my slot from out the bean 

Big general nigga 

Game literature giver 

When you stand on nation business 

This shit come before your children 

This shit come before your feelings 

Niggas shoving dick in my lil hoe 

I took no interest 

Lost emotions on my last bid 

Past tense, now I'm just pressure 

Niggas shooting, taking shots that don't leave no impression 

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[Hook] 

Gates don't protect in folly and I don't get aggressive 

Hang gliders move in silent if you hear it in pair 

Get your brains blowed out 

Put your feet in the air 

People under stairs 

Cold hearted my stare 

[Verse 2] 

By one hoe I'm protected 

Took some losses, no question 

But we only fear Allah, walk anywhere, no protection 

By my father, neglection 

Depression hit, I must settle 

Seeking love out in the slums and got embraced by the ghetto 

Right leg under, took some fire, still got traces of metal 

Up right independent, bitch we die it's whatever 

That case you had, it got deferred 

You agreed to some telling 

I lost some fights I never told, I never fold under pressure 

Took some time, accepted mine go look it up for the record 

Dead broke while in New Orleans people thought I was balling 

Rented a black Maserati just for one of my artists 

Went Versace, jewlry was hot, I was the one who had bought it 

Put the roof over your head, when I had just had a daughter 

Show me where I hated on you, backstabbed me too often 

Dealing with the opps while I'm in California recording 

Put you in a grey Camaro, just invoice me I spent it 

Paid Peppa that lil money that we borrowed, remember 

I stood up for you when they said you was messing with children 

They say I'm signing sex offenders niggas right in my city 

I told you fuck 'em, just stay focused, you gon blow any minute 

Transition, you played hard, that's your defence mechanism 

You still my favourite rapper though you let them turn you against me 

You really hurt, I see your pain, you dissing me cos you miss me 

You really hurt, I see your pain, you dissing me cos you miss me 

[Outro] 

Ain't nobody never loved you like me 

And you know that 

When you sit around in a room 

Remember one thing 

If you can't be used, you useless 

Big Alsee 

I been a junkie