Meds
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Went to the doctor, he told me to swallow these pills
That was a week ago, I'm doing better but somehow it bother me still
Antidepressants, but they just suppress it and hide everything that you feel
So I just address it and try not to stress it and keep both my hands on the wheel
Don't sip no more liquor, that shit ain't ideal
I'm big in my field, my trigger like Will
Might slap me a rapper, then pack up and chill
Don't at me and act like you don't know the drill
Like I won't pop out like two tits in Brazil
I'm sick with the skills, I'm nice with my hands
I rep what I make, don't recycle no brands
I often relate to when Michael was tan
The need for acceptance will stifle your plans
And you never land, but you get the glove
Why chase after fame if you don't get the love
Why spark up the blunt if you ain't got the plug
And what's MVP if you don't get the dub
I'm walking my truth, I'm raising my seeds
I'm dealing with grief, I'm saving the league
I leave out the booth, it's 80 degrees
I'm banking with God, he waving the fees
Wait, tell me how you cope when your mama die
Everything spoke, I personify
Every single loss got a triple that
You see me leave the crib its monetize
Black man taught me how to kill blacks
White man taught me how to colonize
America don't wanna see you prosper
Seems all the record deals come in homicides
RIP all I see, dm or follow me, lions and tigers and phony apologies
Drop so much heat
I might need an anthology
My mobb is deep so I speak like a prodigy
Peep the misogyny, life is a bitch, I don't bitch
Or complained, I'm insightful as shit
All the riches and fame overnight don't mean shit
If you ain't got the guidance of Christ in the mix
I've been nice from the get, either knife or the stick
I'ma stick to my guns, I'ma write till I'm rich
I'ma fight for my son, know that cycle is fixed
Ain't no way I'ma run, I'm too spiteful to quit
I need you, and you, and you to see me succeed
All that hatin' on me, planted a seed
Fuck debating, I want smoke like I'm Creed
Now bring ms Badu in and let that bitch breathe hold up
Ooh hey, I'm trying to decide
Which way to go
I think I made a wrong turn back there somewhere
I don't wanna numb my pain no more
No guilt, no stress, no shame no more
Heal myself can't break me down
Let the sunshine, no rain no more
I don't wanna know my pain no more
No guilt, no stress, no shame no more
Heal myself, can't break me down
Let the sunshine, no rain no more