Therapy

[Verse 1: C-Ray]
Yeah
Tartarian barbarians
Smoke Mary, stand tall scary and all carrying
Stall dairy, I'm all veggie and not varying
Megalithic, they not heavy as I'm carrying
Hailing from the halls of a [minty] that I'm burying in
On the grind to line up the paper like librarians
Keep the focus on where you going but not where you been
Never let em tell you the melanin's not relevant
Heaven sent
We in the thick of the simulation
Every one a sheep
Be asleep in a syndicated
Implicated run with the wicked and emulate it
Unsophisticated, bitches be fake and these niggas hating
They got you feeling jaded but I ain't intimidated
And right before I fuck on the world I'mma strip her naked
The mark a nigga making is never to be debated
Counting every blessing it's best you get reacquainted nigga
Brain

[Hook: C-Ray]
We dipping through the streets
Off that potion, chronic smoking
I can barely breath
Now this is what you need
Switching lanes and system banging
This my therapy

[Verse 2: Trizz]
Yeah
C-Ray heard this shit and had to put Trizz on it
Still on it
Motherfuckers know I've been on it (haha)
That's why I whipped this shit and had to put some rims on it
And my bitch bad, I seen her and put dibs on it
Put three albums out this year and I slid on em
Went big on em, you ain't heard what I did on em
So extravagant my sound is immaculate
Went from having nothing to buying and always having shit
The niggas dissing I'm' tripping and I ain't having it
Won't let em get me mad and shit
I see em and I'm acting quick
Reacting shit and defending what they throw at me bitch
Savage with the rapping who actually getting crack and shit
No slacking, and kill me if I'm lacking
God got my back and the homies is bout that action
What you're worth is what I am you ain't a fraction
Soon as I start subtracting and giving you all this magic
Nigga, Trizz

[Hook: C-Ray]
We dipping through the streets
Off that potion, chronic smoking
I can barely breath
Now this is what you need
Switching lanes and system banging
This my therapy

[Verse 3: C-Ray]
Check
Red or blue is for the homies
Surrounded by the realest nigga who gone run up on me?
Moving like a villain with the holiest of holy
And all about my business get to paying what you owe me
My niggas on the porch with the bangers and some OE
And bouncing in the low-low got it hanging on them gold D's
OG
Insane said fuck the fame just keep it low-key
You know me
I be in the lab, throw more vodka back while I blow trees
Obese
Beats banging in the whip looking out for police
No peace
I ain't finna dap or nothing I be taking no niece
Hold heat
Rolling heavy, niggas know I'm ready and I don't sleep
Cold feet
Never put in work and everyone will know what's gonna eat
Shit, even if I gotta get a nigga for his gold teeth
While I'm waiting for the music money every four weeks
I be solo with it, still I put out for the whole team
Spit the vomit till I get my pockets on the protein

[Hook: C-Ray]
We dipping through the streets
Off that potion, chronic smoking
I can barely breath
Now this is what you need
Switching lanes and system banging
This my therapy