Therapy For My Soul

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(J.U.S.T.I.C.E. League) Yeah Therapy baby, for my soul Yeah, just tryna heal, you know? Yeah Been listenin' to my thoughts and lately I've been concerned Feel like my soul on fire, let that motherfucker burn Man, nobody gave me shit, I wait my motherfuckin' turn (Turn) Therapy for my soul I had a few hits, even had a few misses Got clumsy in the kitchen, even broke a few dishes Street life scarred me, my soul need therapy (Therapy) Therapy for my soul I ain't never been the one to complain, that's win or lose Made moves and paid dues, walk in my shoes It's like a nigga came with directions, I really made me I was drownin' then I threw me a float, I really saved me Put down everything that I love, that's on my legacy Never fucked over nobody to make a better me If you ask me what happened with Kink, we grew apart Tried to sue, he took me to court, shit broke my heart Same nigga you made a millionaire sue you for millions Made man and he want it all, none for my children If 1-5 wasn't my dawg, I would've touched them When that shit went down with Gibbs, I couldn't trust him Invested my hard earned money, tied up my bread But he gon' try to tell you I'm flawed, that's in his head It's happening just the way that I said it, good on your own And if I'm honest, nothin' gangsta about you, leave this alone, yeah And everybody wonderin' what happened with me and Coach Same shit that happened between Tommy and Ghost 'Cause, yeah, the checks comin' in but the trust ain't there I would say it's all him but that wouldn't be fair I was fresh up out the streets, tryna fight my own demons Knew somethin' wasn't right, guess I had my own reasons Mission impossible, I ain't underplan that Shake took his own life, I ain't understand that Had me feelin' numb, laid in bed for a week Eyes didn't close one time, that's a week with no sleep I'ma keep it solid, he the reason me and Ross talk Never ashamed to admit that I was wrong, yeah, that's boss talk Since we talkin' boss talk, let's address the sucka shit Grown man playin' on Instagram, real sucka shit Why the fuck this clown nigga playin' with my legacy? Solid in these streets, that's some shit that you will never be Talking 'bout power, but weak niggas do the most In real life, nigga you really borrow money from Ghost All that lil' boy shit, yeah, it make it evident Made millions in these streets, what the fuck is 50 Cent? And it's still free Meech, love him if he right or wrong But the streets wanna know, do we really get along? If you askin' me, nigga, that's one thousand percent If I did somethin' wrong then I gotta repent Ain't no hatred in my heart, ain't no hatred in my veins If you felt me being distant, think it's time to explain I was stickin' to my plan while Raf Simons took the stand He tried to G-Money me, what's happenin' with your man? Tried to throw me in your case, guess he tryna save face No exception, know the rules, I just handled it with grace And I ain't sayin' that you told him to do it, I know better Still the same nigga, nothin' but love, that's forever See my ego and my pride, yeah, I put it all aside Reminiscing 'bout all them late nights we used to vibe When it's all said and done, we're brothers, your mother love us The Feds did you dirty, can't stand them motherfuckers Speaking 'bout brothers, welcome home, Tee A nigga might owe you money, but that nigga ain't me I be lookin' for the truth 'cause that shit be hard to find All these lies and these rumors fuckin' with my peace of mind Been listenin' to my thoughts and lately I've been concerned Feel like my soul on fire, let that motherfucker burn Man, nobody gave me shit, I wait my motherfuckin' turn (Turn) Therapy for my soul I had a few hits, even had a few misses Got clumsy in the kitchen, even broke a few dishes Street life scarred me, my soul need therapy (Therapy) Therapy for my soul Been listenin' to my thoughts and lately I've been concerned Feel like my soul on fire, let that motherfucker burn Man, nobody gave me shit, I wait my motherfuckin' turn (Turn) Therapy for my soul I had a few hits, even had a few misses Got clumsy in the kitchen, even broke a few dishes Street life scarred me, my soul need therapy Therapy for my soul