RTN Shank - Therapy (feat. Casa)

That prison bid damaged a part of my soul I use to be drapped up and diamonds and gold
Where was you when I was stuck down the road, tried to be on a nigga for touching my phone
Yeaaa. shit really change don't it shit really change
Don't it you tatted my name on it you let another nigga get the pussy now I don't even want it
Real trap nigga trapping out a new foreign just touched down pounds already going
Niggas throwing bricks at me got the trap snowing getting rid of nicks like jakim noah
Yea yea.this what it feel like this
What it feel like i'm fresh out of prison
But something don't feel right my hardships is real life yea yea
I would've said drama don't do it, I would've said drama don't do it
They said my young nigga he was booted
Regardless of the drugs if he got a gun drama gone shoot it
Yea yea. pain in my soul and my heart that prison bid tore me apart
Where was you when I jacked in that back shower
You probably was making sweet love in the dark

And I aint feeling these niggas and I aint feeling these niggas niggas hey
And I aint feeling these hoes and I aint feeling these bitches no more
I'm home again its about to get heavy, so you niggas can leave me right where you left me
And I aint feeling these niggas and I aint feeling these niggas niggas hey
And I aint feeling these hoes and I aint feeling these bitches no more
I'm home again its about to get heavy, so you niggas can leave me right where you left me

All my misfortunes made me build up this fortune, yall left me for dead
I lost all my endorsements, right before I got locked up, she had a abortion
The shit took a toll on my life this what a real nigga look like yea
Home a whole week I aint even had pussy, focused on the trap in the kitchen wit the cookies
My nigga told me that he caught a fed case I dam near cried on the phone now he gotta play hooky
Niggas be fake like they ride
Dog you to bitches then stand right beside ya just want the money
I don't want the problems, cook it in front of you like benny hannas
Leave with the bag just like benny hannas drapped in designer
I still wear pradas don't want yo pussy got to much mileage niggas be faking now its to obvious
Halfway nigga, make a pathway nigga
And I cried when I left all my dogs right behind on my last day nigga

And I aint feeling these niggas and I aint feeling these niggas niggas hey
And I aint feeling these hoes and I aint feeling these bitches no more
I'm home again its about to get heavy
So you niggas can leave me right where you left me
And I aint feeling these niggas and I aint feeling these niggas niggas hey
And I aint feeling these hoes and I aint feeling these bitches no more
I'm home again its about to get heavy, so you niggas can leave me right where you left me

And I aint feeling these niggas and I aint feeling these niggas niggas hey
And I aint feeling these hoes and I aint feeling these bitches no more
I'm home again its about to get heavy, so you niggas can leave me right where you left me
And I aint feeling these niggas and I aint feeling these niggas niggas hey
And I aint feeling these hoes and I aint feeling these bitches no more
I'm home again its about to get heavy, so you niggas can leave me right where you left me

Written by:
Jerome Everette, Kevin Ballou

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