Therapy Sessions Lyrics – Kevin Gates

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[Intro: Kevin Gates]
Gates

[Chorus: Kevin Gates]
Emotions caught, welling inside
Lotta compartmentalized trauma, I ain’t never talked with you ’bout mine
Swear I’ma kill me a n!gga mama, I ain’t even talk, rrr, the b!tch dying
They saying hurt people hurt people, b!tch, I’m destroyed on the inside

[Verse 1: Kevin Gates]
Might look cool, calm and collected, b!tch, I go hard on the inside
Silly me believing in a b!tch n!gga, these n!ggas fraud on the inside
Put some work down, pull your skirt down, these n!ggas broads on the inside (Huh, huh, huh)
Cartier lenses, I don’t get offended, I quickly remembered I’m walking up out it
S*it sentimental, no sense in pretending, I’m no longer rocking my Cartier watches
Cartier water, my Tiffany diamonds, now I don’t even like the name that go with it
Before I go shopping or do any copping, I want a n!gga brain to go with it
Big Luca Brasi a big trending topic, I put that on Mazi that I’ma get with you
You know that it’s floating, I’m standing on business, I get in they face and I hand ’em a fifty
You know I’m on ten when I stand in the trenches, internet, I keep a positive image
In the vicinity, I’m in attendance, you get in my presence, you know that it’s tension
Took care of ho-ass n!ggas, helping broke-ass hoes wasn’t even worth it
Speaking on me, keep my name out your d!ck-sucker, get off the ‘Gram and commit you a murder
Know you ain’t never been off in no gangster s*it, back up in rank and I’m back on my purpose
When I was with y’all, I was going in circles, you hang with a clown, you a part of the circus
I figured it out, I got back in my bag, yellow caliper matching the ‘Rari convertible
Hold up, yeah, I might’ve went over your head
I push a button and all of a sudden, the ceiling go over my head
You still live at home with your mother, ho, go to your room and go get in your bed (Right now)
You know I’m controlling the gutter, you know that I’m thugging, I’m one of them men, yeah
You know if I put you to sleep, tuck you in with a switch, you won’t get up again (Good night)
Look how they perpetrate a n!gga image, won’t even tell the public where they get it (Damn)
Imagine you taken away from your family, you guilty of charges you haven’t committed (What the fu*k?)
Everyone else get a slap on the wrist, every time you go in, it’s a different facility

[Chorus: Kevin Gates]
Emotions caught, welling inside

Lotta compartmentalized trauma, I ain’t never talked with you ’bout mine
Swear I’ma kill me a n!gga mama, I ain’t even talk, rrr, the b!tch dying
They saying hurt people hurt people, b!tch, I’m destroyed on the inside

[Verse 2: Lingo & Kevin Gates]
Man, you ain’t no factor (Uh-uh)
You don’t get saluted by shooters and jackers (For real)
Respect be on heavy whenever you stepping, I’m willing to make an example (I kill)
Cutter mexicano, the Mexicans call, been recruited by people who matter
Call for shovel, come tell, I just went on and said it, I knew that you ain’t understand it (Lingo, ayy, beep, beep)
Really get active, yeah, Bread Winner be on my jacket, yeah
I don’t listen to nothing but Gates, I’m upping rank, you know that’s my daddy (You know that’s my daddy)
Remember when he used to want me to rap, but showed me how to unwrap it (Showed me how to unwrap it)
Bread Winner, Major League Mafia booming, a lot of these n!ggas be acting (A lot of these n!ggas be acting)
Tell ’em to speak on it, you know they missing a lot of them factors (They missing)
You touching what we touching, take off the glove and your fingers supposed to be ashy (Good dope)
Brasi sent it, warehouse package delivered in pallets (Ding-dong)
Just got off the horn with the Bread Winner don, he throw me the alley, I’m slamming (NBA Jam)
Beacoup bands, name ring, I don’t post up on the ‘Gram (Uh-uh)
Post up in the trap, pray the weight could take these extra grams (It’s large)
Love my swag, know I’m yeah, yeah, I don’t really go nowhere, yeah
Out of town shopping, saw me park, my smoker pump the gas (Let’s do it)
Take my number, let me dap, no strings attached, I’m ’bout to shag, yeah
When the business getting handled, I be quick to cancel plans, yeah
Say you still be thinking ’bout me, thank you, ma’am, no, thank you, ma’am (Huh)
MetroPCS be jumping, sales be bumping back to back (Lingo, Lingo, ayy)

[Outro: Kevin Gates]
Done had everything took from me
I swear to God, the next n!gga
Next n!gga play me, I ain’t got time to be chasing you n!ggas down in the streets
You b!tches hide good as a b!tch
And talk good as a b!tch
I’ma put your mama feet down, b!tch, I’ma make you come outchea
Just come outchea
Get your gangster ass out my face and go get you a hat