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grindhard therapy - bfb da packman lyrics

[verse 1: bfb da packman & starlito]
i got issues that i can’t solve (who the f*ck is big drice?)
scared to go back broke, reason i can’t ball
my baby mama so bitter now that i can’t call
thought money make you happy, but my life is so hard
my daddy wasn’t there, left me so scarred
to the point i baby my sons so they won’t fall
people call with they problems and i just fix all odds
my cousin a convicted felon, he just caught a dope charge (the lunch crew company)
man, i’m knowin’ he gon’ call me today
but i come through every time, his lawyer know i’ma pay
all these people steady beggin’ and i’m low on the cake
i feel like god ain’t comin’ through, got me low on my faith
forgive me, lord, i be stressed out so often
baby think i want some p*ssy, please get this lil’ ho off me
havin’ syrup withdrawals while i’m drinkin’ a cold coffee
thinkin’ life was way easier back at the post office
cold sweats, wakin’ up, my clothes soggy
i need some time to myself, should go golfin’
i be ‘noid around the whites, i be thinkin’ they gon’ chalk me
’cause a misunderstanding, they grew up with no culture
just took a ride by myself, need no talkin’
bumpin’ payroll giovanni and cardo, the big bossin
gave me confidence i needed in life to go farther
sellin’ dope on the side, come get these lil’ ‘bows off me
my mind weak as a b*tch, i’m fightin’ a different beast
mama say i’m gon’ be deceased, i’m back to sippin’ lean
it’s hard to keep blood in your body when you around a leech
i’m sorry for bringin’ all of my problems to you on christmas eve (hold up)
i’m sorry, bringin’ all of my problems to you on christmas eve (nah)
yeah, i said i’m sorry (ayy)
[verse 2: starlito]
no apology necessary, it’s probably hereditary
’cause i just told my daughter that she gotta be legendary
i don’t do resolutions, but my prophecy monetary
i manifest a quarter*million dollars this february
dodgin’ obituaries and startin’ subsidiary
i listened to d*ck gregory and got me a secretary
got a lot of problems i don’t care to repair
how i go from the patient to the therapist chair?
so you grew up on my music, i’m aware, that’s fair
it was a lot of thoughts that i ain’t share, i was scared
i respect that you vulnerable to the truth, yeah, that’s honorable
i inherited people’s problems, ain’t hold ’em accountable
i got counted out by the same people i was countin’ on
left me full of resentment, a lot of tension
i’m just ventin’, but i should mention
ain’t nothin’ wrong with the post office job, at least it got a pension
i grind relentless and mind my business
but if i could quit syrup, then you can, just try to listen
to your inner voice, it got plenty wisdom
now, where i send this invoice for this intervention? (lito)
lito

- bfb da packman lyrics

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