Therapy Session Rx Papi

[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 T
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 thinking
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 Papi, 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 Rick 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