Everybody keeps telling me that I need therapy
But what is paying a nigga to listen and act all concerned is gonna do for me
I'm looking at the glass half empty
Making this music is more therapeutic, I'm rhyming honestly
I'm afraid of being a failure while everyone around me succeeds
My thought process is so bleak
Do even try it, no need
Keep your motivational speech what I need is beaucoup cheese
Money don't buy happiness? Then why do we promote greed
Everybody tryna be a millionaire these days
Everyone chasing a bag tryna get paid
Everybody doing it alone claiming that they're self-made
If we're all bosses then who's gonna be the maids
And who's gone be the teachers
Who's gone be the doctors
Who's gone bail you out if there aren't any more lawyers
Who's gone be the preacher
Never mind the true religion is paper
Seems like we're all slaves to the all mighty dollar
I'll fight fire with fire
If the devil comes I swear to God I will blast that nigga
Only faith I have left is in this choppa
And my drip, that's my holy water
Say amen, preach duck or get baptized at the altar
My altar
That was blasphemy
But honestly don't know where I'm at spiritually
I'm floating aimlessly
In a world that's looking to make me a casualty
No options but to suppress these thoughts
Til I found this beat and laid them down as my first entry
One
In this therapy session
Still tryna figure this shit out
Can't even figure myself out
What the fuck this thing gone do
I find it hard to remain happy
Makes me wonder if I ever had true happiness
But I'm here chasing the shit that I want to chase
Ducking all kinds of bullshit
Thinking that I'm living the life that I want to live
But that's not what it feels like
Shit