Therapy 4 lyrics

[Chorus]
I lost homies it been heavy on my mind
Feel like a b*tch if i just sit around and cry
We go come and slide ill crash about my pride
He made comments on the net he just a kid man he'll die
Granny please forgive me for the way i been living
Beef with both my babies mommas i ain't even see my children
Keep speaking on death they like bro get up out yo feelings
Told my n*gga keep a strap [?] he ain't listen

[Verse 1]
My grandpa died and i cried like a b*tch
Beefing wit my n*gga Cuz he think i f*cked his b*tch
Fans love me when I'm out they be like takе a pic
I got smoke with the homie i ain't going out likе mitch
I cried tears in the booth this sh*t for Steve-O
Told me i can't be up in the city im on Pico
[?] Play with boys and yall act like he a hero
Real n*ggas calling from the Pen Free Geno
I was rapping tryna make it pop
Caught a case then i had to sell my watch
I drove buckets they broke down right on the block
My b*tch left me i did time up in the box
Yo kids growing up u been gone this sh*t hurt
I got demons in my body i might go to church
I could put that on the bible play wit me we making shirts
This money don't feel the same i get paid to write a verse n*gga
[Chorus]
I lost homies it been heavy on my mind
Feel like a b*tch if i just sit around and cry
We go come and slide ill crash about my pride
He made comments on the net he just a kid man he'll die
Granny please forgive me for the way i been living
Beef with both my babies mommas i ain't even see my children
Keep speaking on death they like bro get up out yo feelings
Told my n*gga keep a strap [?] he ain't listen

[Verse 2]
Every real n*gga need a lil therapy
My momma in the hospital this sh*t scaring me
n*ggas speaking on my name its like they daring
Only real n*ggas on my side when they carry me
Bet alot of n*ggas go die when they bury me
Give my money to my son could no b*tch bury me
I truly miss my friend he been gone Ryan Beverly
n*ggas like you made it out the storm im like barely
Beefing wit my homies so we popped his lil brother
n*ggas play wit us and we might kill a n*gga mother
I was broke i seen spook pull up coupes with baby glover
Lost some words when i see DeeDee at the funeral i hugged her
I can't explain how im feeling this sh*t pain
Closed casket shot my n*gga in his brain
PBG or nothing grew up next to big insane
I still got love for [Beep] i be seeing that she changed
[Chorus]
I lost homies it been heavy on my mind
Feel like a b*tch if i just sit around and cry
We go come and slide ill crash about my pride
He made comments on the net he just a kid man he'll die
Granny please forgive me for the way i been living
Beef with both my babies mommas i ain't even see my children
Keep speaking on death they like bro get up out yo feelings
Told my n*gga keep a strap [?] he ain't listen