Therapy Session
Therapy Session Lyrics - Decapitate a rapper than I’m eating what’s left, Hit up his momma like “I’m eating you next”, You bomb, I unabomb a track, ink strapped to my chest Every verse spitted two the chest, That bump stocks Like a broker, how each bullet in vests, Learn a lesson, then I tutor the rest, I’m alpha, Bet, stay schoolin like I’m glued to the desk, So cut the vet act, pup, we know you new to the pen/neutered the pen, These cats spayed Not an ace, little queens ain’t Jack, Wit a beat they lack, yet want me to peep the heat they jacked? Prometheus stat, long tale/tail, eyes beady and black Can’t tell half the time if y’all are snakes or rats, Blanks in mags, Y’all won’t do shit you just sound stuff, You v me’s skeet shooting, bitch ya rounds up, Fuck the rug from under you, I’m pulling the ground up, survival of the fittest money, getcha pounds up, Bitches surround us, but we ain’t really tripping right, Pri$e(🤜🏽🤛🏻) When we grip the mic nd spit it fight or flight, like they might, but they don’t, Dust get bitten, like a mite, So ain’t no competition left, They ain’t never got it right. Out of sight when I write, I’m underground, cold as hail, but I’m raining hell, better bunker down, Bitch I’ll put you/U in the grond, Like I’m spell checking, better book it, hotel check-in’s, I’m looking down at you Vegas crowds Nd if I ain’t gunned you down, nd hear a sound, I’m doubling back, To slit ya wrist, Remain the best, until you get the gist, Refutable yes, fuck I’m supposed to expect tho Real recognize real, nd y’all just real suspect, Fuck specs, but I got eyes behind my head, like i got four of’em, I seen them haters, they ain’t slick I’m just ignoring’em, A Dirty motherfucker, yet I put the cuss in custodian, When I spit shine the linoleum, rappers Im mopping the floor wit’em, stay rap attacking these youngins like I’m as old as them, insane rhymes from a strange guy, wit a crazed mind, age wise, ain’t no Dateline but at the same time, I’m bound to eat these little pussies up, nd risk jail time, Making HIStory when I write, That’s male/mail time, Known to envelop/e a sheet, wit ink, cold as sleigh rides, Vex wit my two cents, pens akin to a K thrice, Shit done been a nuisance/noose since it’s atcha throat, like a hate crime. Hey guys, it’s nese, stead to B.Frank keep it a benny, money you faker then benjis, This a canine to k-9’s, bitches snitching a plenty, Nd ain’t ya lucky day, if I pick up ya scent, like a penny, Cause I could smell a rat word to Vinnie, Back alley cat been the how when, I devour the coward, Cock it, like I’m trying to deflower the pussy, But my tulips, only here to make’em push flowers up, Daisies, on that day-z, man I meant a dead man walking, Shoot from the ground up, Coupe in the booth, you mount up, bitch I’m driven, out my lane witcha horse shit ridden/written Matter fact that’s the only way to you I could say good riddance/good writtens, Ten toes, till I’m six feet in it, they hate to dig it, waiting for me to quit it but I won’t. #SYLA 🖕🏽 @modertor_en 🖕🏽
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Therapy Session Lyrics - Decapitate a rapper than I’m eating what’s left, Hit up his momma like “I’m eating you next”, You bomb, I unabomb a track, ink strapped to my chest Every verse spitted two the chest, That bump stocks Like a broker, how each bullet in vests, Learn a lesson, then I tutor the rest, I’m alpha, Bet, stay schoolin like I’m glued to the desk, So cut the vet act, pup, we know you new to the pen/neutered the pen, These cats spayed Not an ace, little queens ain’t Jack, Wit a beat they lack, yet want me to peep the heat they jacked? Prometheus stat, long tale/tail, eyes beady and black Can’t tell half the time if y’all are snakes or rats, Blanks in mags, Y’all won’t do shit you just sound stuff, You v me’s skeet shooting, bitch ya rounds up, Fuck the rug from under you, I’m pulling the ground up, survival of the fittest money, getcha pounds up, Bitches surround us, but we ain’t really tripping right, Pri$e(🤜🏽🤛🏻) When we grip the mic nd spit it fight or flight, like they might, but they don’t, Dust get bitten, like a mite, So ain’t no competition left, They ain’t never got it right. Out of sight when I write, I’m underground, cold as hail, but I’m raining hell, better bunker down, Bitch I’ll put you/U in the grond, Like I’m spell checking, better book it, hotel check-in’s, I’m looking down at you Vegas crowds Nd if I ain’t gunned you down, nd hear a sound, I’m doubling back, To slit ya wrist, Remain the best, until you get the gist, Refutable yes, fuck I’m supposed to expect tho Real recognize real, nd y’all just real suspect, Fuck specs, but I got eyes behind my head, like i got four of’em, I seen them haters, they ain’t slick I’m just ignoring’em, A Dirty motherfucker, yet I put the cuss in custodian, When I spit shine the linoleum, rappers Im mopping the floor wit’em, stay rap attacking these youngins like I’m as old as them, insane rhymes from a strange guy, wit a crazed mind, age wise, ain’t no Dateline but at the same time, I’m bound to eat these little pussies up, nd risk jail time, Making HIStory when I write, That’s male/mail time, Known to envelop/e a sheet, wit ink, cold as sleigh rides, Vex wit my two cents, pens akin to a K thrice, Shit done been a nuisance/noose since it’s atcha throat, like a hate crime. Hey guys, it’s nese, stead to B.Frank keep it a benny, money you faker then benjis, This a canine to k-9’s, bitches snitching a plenty, Nd ain’t ya lucky day, if I pick up ya scent, like a penny, Cause I could smell a rat word to Vinnie, Back alley cat been the how when, I devour the coward, Cock it, like I’m trying to deflower the pussy, But my tulips, only here to make’em push flowers up, Daisies, on that day-z, man I meant a dead man walking, Shoot from the ground up, Coupe in the booth, you mount up, bitch I’m driven, out my lane witcha horse shit ridden/written Matter fact that’s the only way to you I could say good riddance/good writtens, Ten toes, till I’m six feet in it, they hate to dig it, waiting for me to quit it but I won’t. #SYLA 🖕🏽 @modertor_en 🖕🏽
Bro. You’re not terrible. All I’m saying. No smoke.
Age wise but ain’t no Dateline but at the same time bout to eat these little pussies up 💨💨 you can put more heat in one line than most got in a 3 minute track 🤜🏾🤛🏻💯💯💯 the flow on this whole track from beginning to end immaculate HIPHOP when you gonna make a No Pri$E diss? I won’t even be mad just wanna hear the bars going hard as fuck 🤣 seriously tho you the best on the app no cap 🧢 all love my G
good vibes good Flow stay lit stay grinding 💪💖 Bars: Dope 🔥 Delivery: Dope 🔥 Impression: Dope 🔥
had to run back already that invest/ in - vest double was 🔥 hard to focus on your flow and bars at the same time both are just going off... that hate crime bar two lip tulips kissing daisies .. dude u spit so much shit so quick it's hard to catch half these bars... imma have to run this back a few times
whoa wait hold up
#JmoneyMADEdaSwypez Bars: Dope 🔥 Delivery: Dope 🔥 Impression: Dope 🔥
if I ever have to be nes_e I'm gonna study this track to attempt to embody the nes-ness
stay schooling like I'm glued to the desk ...... class dismissed that is a fire drill. great bars bro @nes_e
Respect the Nes Es pen suckaaas
nice Eliot nes cover pimp
yoooo good shit !!! 💯💣
This 🔥 keep up the work💪🏾 fuck what the critics say 💯🗣 go show my page luv and support my boy page Bars: Great 🎉 Delivery: Dope 🔥 Impression: Dope 🔥
u shouldent be here u should be sighned to a label hands do wn even main stream tje tvat shit male me w nna put the mile down
Killed it! 🎯 Bars: Dope 🔥 Delivery: Dope 🔥 Impression: Dope 🔥
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Bars: Perfect 💯 Delivery: Perfect 💯 Impression: Perfect 💯
Bars: Dope 🔥 Delivery: Dope 🔥 Impression: On point 🎯
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