Therapy

Ooh, what a feeling it feels when niggas win

I took a bunch of L's to the chin, so hard to grin

I'm sorta kinda stuck in my ways, I could admit

But if you love me like you say, why would I change one bit

Last night I said the prayer to God, tryna repent

Demons from my past life surfacing once again

I remember crack smoke lingering in the wind

That's back when momma wasn't approving of none of my father's friends

Overhearing arguments cause he went on another binge

My sister's somewhere crying cause momma flipping her wig

We come from humble beginnings, naw fuck it who am I kidding

The lights off it's roaches and rodents roaming the kitchen