Lyrics They Said "Seek Therapy" Lol - NHG

Yeah, y'all know- hmm
I ain't even gone say that shit

Hmm, tender nigga tried to hop on tip with me like he Lamar
Boy, I don't cherish that lil hoe
Nah, I just hit her in yo car
I smoke exotics to the face, ain't even let her hit the gar
Or leaf, bitch all my woods always up to par
Just wanted lip up out her, I ain't wanna make that hoe a star
Man I got bigger problems, we ain't bumping heads over yo broad
Knock you off in broad daylight, if you actin way too hard
Man, I'm tripping
I ain't crashing out, that's why I stay on Mars
Young Saturn, I'm the biggest they can't see it though
It ain't too much that matter
Moving without preparation, I can't make that shit a pattern
That ain't P, and I got 5 of those ah make shit start to happen
Proper prep prevent poor performance, now tell me if I'm capping
Hmm, huh
Tell if I'm just yapping
Tell me it's up, ain't gotta say no more
Fuck around and have brody catch you out in traffic
Like why you lacking?
That boy a jokester, he laughing and fatting
I heard all that shit you was talking while rapping
So what you was saying? It don't even matter
Aye
Fuck the beefing shit, I need these Purple pockets fatter
I'ma get that chicken, roll a 3.5 right after
Unc was getting turkey's, ain't talking Thanksgiving platter
'Member seeing cuddy running from the pigs, they couldn't catch 'em
Reminiscing on planning this shit with bro, wonder what happened
Never dwell on shit too much, shit lemme change the chapter
'Member back in school I used to hide I was a rapper
Probably did that 'cause I felt like it would be laughter
But I'ma be the one crying laughing when I blow right pass ya
Like "I'm so fucking rich, I'm a young rich bastard"
I'm smooth on yo bitch, she called me baby and I passed her
Right after I left my plaster all in her yapper
Her capper, no capping
Bro was getting off with plastic
Once I touch a M watch that money become elastic
It's right there in my face, damn near feel like I can grab it
Man, I ain't seen my heart in a minute
My last hoe ain't even have it
Yeah, I did some damage to a few, but blame it on my damage
Shit, they had me out her hamming and ain't care
So, I don't give a damn bitch
Now they like "damn bitch, yo head sick"
"You need a therapist"
What you think I got this mic for?
I cut on beats and share with it

Yeah, like ain't that what you 'pose to do in a therapy session?
You know? Why the fuck would I pay a muhfucka to do that shit
I can come in this bitch and do that shit for free
Shit, I do that shit for me
I don't really spit for free though so, I mean
If you want a feat I'ma need $150 G
Or... probably a two hunnid piece
Eh, we can work it out just hit me up