Therapist

Times i feel like I should bury this become your therapist, very convincing bipolar ending if i carry this. Probably the one I'll be married with but it's some scary shit, truly hoping that she can carry kids when we get very rich. Living every day as important but what's the order, flipping a couple quarters in the well for my daughter. She get a portion if i get supported by my fans, throwing up hands they don't understand why I am. Pushing the mission plan i am the Michelin man, my pockets thicker than damn from bitches you see the stance. My pictures sit in the frame with my name on it, don't put no shame on it when haters remain on it. Don't care what you claim we ain't the same I slain on it, I'm breaking the chains within my lane you lame homie. Gasing the loud I'm blowing clouds before i rain on it, i put my brain on it I'm storming with grain on it. No John Deere on my stains i get insane on it, you better get to praying that's all I'm saying homie. As I be walking this land i caught your glance homie, cuz i had a couple grand on me. I rather