THERAPY Lil Darkie

[Intro]
Okay

[Verse]
You ever love a nigga, then he gone? I have, I have
I put that thought inside of many songs, drinking by myself again
"Drink until the Henny's gone" is what they tell you
If you passed it, rip out any bong, advice to keep your health a ten
I'm tired, all these niggas wrong, tired of listening to niggas' thoughts about this shit
Isaiah ain't my friend over a word
But a man with the same name fucking with me? That's absurd
I put my heart and soul in this shit, ho, you must not have heard
How could you not? Bitch, I been yelling more than ever, uh
Getting off pot, hop off the top, light as a feather, uh
Letting the cop slip on the cuffs, and if he doing it too rough, I look at momma like, "Whatever"
Made her cry one too many a time
She see me grow colder as I'm getting older, I told her, "It's fine"
I hold her, she blind from the tears in her eyes
She want me to find my life in these rhymes in my head in a line
My pain and my strife
Every moment, my life closing in on me
Why do I feel the need to do more than these others?
'Cause in this life I've lost some brothers, that's right
Niggas can't tell if they love me for real or they just wanna steal my attention
I mention a nigga one time and he freak
I be breaking they hearts and then making they weeks
It's a blessing to know that my stressing 'bout art is impressing to niggas that lessen they value
As well as you, niggas that love the improvement
I just love to hop on the mic and then lose it
So, fuck all you people, I do what I want
I don't want no one calling my shots for me, tore me apart
Fuck the tobacco, it killing our hearts
And fuck all the opiates, I won't even start
Some of us want it, and some of us don't, just leave the succeeding to niggas that won't give up and throw they shot away
Live up to what my appa say
I'll run it for all you niggas hating on my style
And all you niggas throwing pistols talking wild
This is my therapy, don't get it confused
I do this shit so I will not go blow a fuse and hurt a human, any hue
Ho, would you bug if I was blue? If I looked more like you?
If I did what you expected in a way you thought was cool?
Bitch, I'm tryna dissect it
How I get through to people that don't wanna listen?
They very comfortable hating, debating shit that ain't changing 'cause there ain't enough at stake, and nobody owning that fate, or the food on they plate, or the thoughts in they head
I don't need no thots in my bed, I need a lot to my name
I need a plot for my grave that will eventually not be
There is no point to be cocky or to try to be A$AP Rocky