Therapy Music (feat. Russ)

Yeah
 My anxiety was takin' over (yeah)
 Remove the devil and my faith gon' feel it slide like it's Amendola (come on)
 I finally made it to the field of my dreams
 And I let ghost play around in my head like I'm Ray Liotta (damn)
 A Yankee owner, I got stripes in this game
 Hot-headed but got ice my veins, arrivin' by plane
 G4 to be exact, rewards and beats and raps
 Three whores before 4:00 and then three more are bein' cracked (facts)
 That was the life that I was leadin' back before I went to therapy
 And we unpacked, I wasn't really needin' that
 I was needin' validation, which, I agree is whack
 Mad at my therapist like, "Bitch, I agree with that" (haha)
 Here's the kicker though, my therapist is me (facts)
 Complainin' 'bout my problems, how American of me?
 There's a scarcity of free thinkers (yeah)
 It's all group thoughts (sheep)
 That's what they think (yeah)
 That's not what you thought (psst)
 Before you saw the popular vote
 You scared that the world'll leave you if you rockin' the boat
 So you don't (pussy)
 All aboard, now you safe in here
 But you don't even recognize your own face in here
 Fuck it (fuck it)
 Independent with a major budget (uh-huh)
 You ain't mad at me, you mad your lady love it
 We should change the subject (uh-huh)
 I sway the public like I'm rappin' on the radio
 Long hair, lookin' like I'm supposed to be on Game of Thrones
 HBO but every time I talk, it makes the news like The Daily Show
 I'm wavy so, of course you wanna cruise, I call it Katie Holmes
 All my dreams are comin' true, that's somethin' I innately know
 Labels feedin' artists soul diets like paleo
 Meanwhile, I'm feedin' myself
 Had a nightmare last night that I was sleepin' myself
 Yeah, yeah
 Oh, God
 I keep my ego in check
 Just me and this instrumental pumpin' through this cassette deck
 Money don't represent my rank
 Yeah, Logic rose from jack but even the Titanic sank
 I seen cats with egos bigger than cruise ships lose it
 Gain power and abuse it
 Same to take my kindness for weakness and confuse it
 Same type don't know I stay with a gat and know how to use it
 Used to be addicted to likes by the likes of people I ain't even liked
 Anxiety, readin' comments ain't have me readin' right
 Trapped in the Matrix
 Black Neo, back to the basics
 Now everything I do is off the grid, they just can't trace it, face it
 I used to love rap, now all I love is my family
 Fuck the fake shit, only engulfed in darkness
 Can you see the light like common sense?
 But to my defense, that way of thinkin' past tense
 Life's a bitch and shit can get screwed
 Like when you campin', that's fuckin' in tents
 On tour the fans screamin' the West like cravin'
 You know I deal with shit
 That'll make the average man's chest cave in
 On the scene daily
 This just in, word to Hailey
 I write about the world around me like a journalist
 It's funny how people that don't listen to me concerned with this
 It's 'cause they have to be
 These motherfuckers weaker than muscle atrophy
 This life feels like a simulation, man, it has to be
 Walked through the world
 The whole shit is just one giant catastrophe
 Speak on mental health, the people laughed at me
 That's why I tapped out
 Retired 'cause I felt rapped out
 Feel like people more connected with shit that's not what rap's about
 So I mapped out
 Just me and my fam, I don't give a damn
 Livin' day to day, just like the normal man I am
 Bringin' it back to the reason I began it from the start
 Spittin' syllables at will at the open mic, after dark
 Hangin' with cats that stay with the iron-like they Tony Stark
 We recognize when the phonies talk, why?
 Real G's fly in silence like gnats, G7 raps
 Retired now I'm back, I relapsed
 We bringin' that heat back
 Like July, that real shit, no two-ply
 Bitches I've been plottin' and plannin'
 Fuck whatever they been demandin'
 I grab the cannon, and ran in the lyrical phantom
 Jumpin' out the plane tandem
 Flow so effortless it seems like it happens at random
 My greed expand bigger, I Bruce Banner 'em
 I hit you with the buckshot then the Chapelle slug
 Hustle music like some of my brothers still hustle drugs
 I'm the unsung
 Did it for money, made the money, now I do it for fun
 Music will forever be a part of me
 I do this from the heart, from the circumflex artery
 My bank account is seven digits like I won the lottery
 But that don't navigate the way I shape the game like pottery
 So hold up, grab the gat, reload, the Rattpack be my soldiers
 Yeah, I'm older but I be wiser
 Fucking around, now open your eyes up
 Now these haters claim I fell from grace a couple years back
 Still at the top, where I been at
 Eight miles from the surface of Earth, feelin' infinite
 Don't gotta get into that
 Who's the illest on a track?
 Rewind it now and listen back
 Wanna know who the best is?
 I give you 44 guesses
 It doesn't matter and it never did, it never does, it never will
 That's why I retired, it's impossible to fulfil
 Just a hamster wheel
 Full of cats that never sit still
 On it, for real
 (Woo, crazy!)