Lyrics of ' Therapy Session ' by Lil Poppa

Lookin' at the clock, it's time passin'
Tryna make it stop, cause nothin' ain't lastin'
I don't got a heart, so please stop askin'
OG tellin' me I came too far to stop rappin'
Tryna see what the fuck happened
Why this Glock gotta be a part of my fashion?
No way in hell I'ma let him leave me in last place
Promise I bought a turtle, always win a race
Wish I could, but there's no way I can defend your case
Sent you a lawyer to fight the state
Even when nobody else felt the same way
I don't even give them time to call for my help
They say, pee off a cell
But every time he need them
Let's turn around and see who all left
Fuckin' who all left
Cause he alright

Them hard times gon' last forever, nigga, if you don't pray
Turn off the lights, I put on my ice tonight
My youngin' don't call it chains, he call them trophies
You can say I changed, yes, I'm done with all that old shit
All I say is all love, but right now he just stayin' focused
This shit ain't been the same, I know this
This shit don't feel the same
Hope all my lawbreakers don't think a nigga don't feel the same
Fuckin' for the Lord of the Law, this shit gotta get dragged
Not no time to wait for me, so why the fuck I'm waitin' like this?

Listen up, shine, grind with me
Kinda disappointed in the sign, but I'm proud as I can be
Stack your paper up, nigga, love to see it
Damn, it ain't no love for peace
When I love you like you Q3, nigga
Even at my laws, I see the bigger picture
They gon' always feel like you painted picture
When ain't nobody come and get a penny with you
Protect my heart and my mind if I get any richer
And I celebrate and a nigga die
Let the world go back and forth, leave Malcolm in the middle
I learned that Nelson's power in the tongue, nigga, and karma
Ain't nothin' bout me done, my son's still young
I'm tryna see him grow up
Nigga, I'ma keep living
Nigga, my hood turned around and say, fuck me
Careful what you throw up
It's crazy, I ain't even blow up yet
But nothin' ever fades you when you fade

Told myself that I'ma drop this album and go and get my GED
Momma said it's never too late for education
Even though I do this shit for her, Ms. Barbara and my auntie
I ain't talkin' Bryant, Bosch, and D-Wade when I say fit three
When you raised by three of the greatest, that's when you get me
Owe it all to you beautiful ladies
But shit get hard in the streets when you got a heart like Chi-Chi
Tell you some kinda kinda DGT, they gon' think you crazy
Far from a pawn, you must not know my uncle done, nigga
Why they come so long?
Why would I give a fuck if I lose to y'all?
I already won, nigga