Good-Ass Therapy

Aye look Cheffin' up an early quesadilla Feelin' like the wrestler with the onomatopoeia (Bam Bam) Take a sip of sauce 'fore I pull up to my class When my mind's fucked up see shit more clear Playin' with the motion in the bowels Style with the brothers like I'm Anderson and Gallows Makin' new connections, man I'm boutta throw the towel Cause I wanna roll deeper but they movin' too shallow Playin with the motion in my belly So much cap they dethrone Tony Kelly I feel like McLaren F1 They make me tired, call 'em Pirelli Playin' with the motion in the mental Spend ten minutes cookin' up an instrumental Everything you feel is temporary You're whippin' in the fast lane in a rental Stay spittin' on people I can't trust 'Cause that's what I think of the most My patience is thin as my ham cuts Need machines to detect me, I'm ghost Keep my ego on a balance, do what I can but some of you make it a grind I been learnin' my heart like the back of my hand Link 'em all to the chain in my mind Look, cheffin' up a life I wanna live Never take less than the shit I had to give Ain't had the cash for a gift for my sis it's a bitch, shit was a pain in the ribs Took a lot of time just to heal myself F*ck the cards, Imma deal myself I been in some good-ass therapy a long-ass time So forgive me if I feel myself