Late Night Therapy(L.N.F Pt. 2) Lyrics

Late at night, I'm sipping on this lean

But every cup I'm taking busy fuckin up my spleen

Lookin at star thinkin thas where I should be

Finna get there by murderin all these beats

I'm tryna be the king, ya'll kiss on my feet

I love the music so I'm kissing on the beat

Tryna do everything so I can have peace

I cant love these huns, they all 4 the streets

Making money with my niggas is really all that I dream of

Chasing all this paper is another part of my demeanor

The more I make paper is the meaner I'm gettin

I keep my shit private, I ain't really into flexing

But once I do it, you gon see my shirt tearing

Niggas was chilling on the couch when I was sweating

Once I got the paper they was acting like my brethren

But I won't turn the other cheek, I'm no reverend

I'm like jake with the hooks, I think from Neverland

If you fake, I put you on a plane and make sure that you never land

If you do, your destination is the Netherland

Ironic cause these words of mine craft devine art which is heaven sent

I could spin your world around like Dj Kent

I sense pretence, that's something that I do resent

If you're a decent gent, then you'll prolly comprehend

If I think you counterfeit, I won't shake your hand

When I say counterfeit I'm talking bout a sellout

Before you hit me up, make sure your shit checkout

If I think you capping, imma prolly make check out

It's like caught, theres no way you getting bailed out

They was tripping that's the reason that we fell out

Claiming you best say it with your chest no self doubt

Failing the test of time if we wrestle then you tap out

Kill em with my bare mouth i won't pull a strap out

Intuition, that's what my lyrics filled with

BMB, SQD, is who I'm in the field with

Built with probably getting killed with

Guess it's a sewer thing cause this some real shit

Yall niggas play with money like monopoly, comedy

Consciously, talk on instrumentals, spittin prophecies

Royalties from songs I make off lean I'm a pharmacy

My Biography is getting on the map like geography

Talking bout the goat, my name be ending conversation

I know this was written in the stars like constellation

Got you reciting verses like a pastor-congregation

Medication got me meditated try some self sedation

I feel like Reece, take sativa for peace They tryna leave me in pieces

I slice em up like pizzas,

I'm tryna be like a daddy, that's to my lil nieces

So you gotta pay for features

They asking why we don't talk,

I've been cutting off the leeches

Brake screeches got me tryna leave different cheeses for my mom

When the flow of blood in my body seizes

I embody the hopes & Dreams

Of niggas rapping 'cause they still tryna find a way to pay leases

Snapping on these beats for the dreamers

I'm grateful for the believers & all of those who believe us

When we tell em we gon' be up

Not much support for my music where I'm from

But I know some people who gon' miss it when I'm gone, ey

Late night therapy, venting on these songs

Rappng to the melodies on these instrumentals that's my destiny

Master my craft, get you addicted like some ecstasy

Actually, my connection to the music is like chemistry

What's the point of being the golden generation if we leave no legacy?

My advice to my enemies is that you should tread carefully

Presently, most of the youth be living recklessly

Mute anybody who telling the truth respectfully

I'm also living like that - taking shots to the head like I'm j.f Kennedy

If I ain't tell you that, this whole song would be a parody

I'm just hoping that when I'm done you remember me