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therapy session - rx papi lyrics

[intro]
yuh
real rx
i got my mask on, yuh
put your mothaf*ckin’ mask on, yeah
real rx, yeah

[verse]
if you gon’ shoot then shoot, what’s the hold up?
they shot and they missed, b*tch, ain’t had no luck
we gon’ get back in the corolla
5.56 hit a tahoe, flip it over
he think it’s a brick but i hit it with [?]
drywall dummy brick, i compressed it together
before he came already had a tester together
think you gon’ get one up on me? never
i up the gun on whoever
my best advice is move clever
they all know bullets don’t got names
so they bound to go through whoever
every day could be yo last day
made like five thousand on a bad day
your favorite rapper never had lle’
let alone traffic state to state
sat in that kitchen and scr*ped the plate
cooked dope while auntie sang amazing grace
she super anxious waiting for a taste
papi in the trap like raw base
i served my man’ uncle raw base
he still feel some typa way to this day
i f*ck with unc’, he’s super cool
n*gga tried to sell me a set of tools
i told him, “unc’, they make the type of tools i use
tools i got’ll make a n*gga move
tools i got take a n*gga out his shoes
tools i got leave a n*gga on the news”
unc’ said, “papi, you a bad man”
he went back to digging in the trash can
he got a shopping cart full of mad cans
he said he on his way to go cash in
in a good mood, i gave his ass a fifty
not money, b*tch, i gave him a fifty
the less work i got on me, the better
undercovers might blitz this b*tch whenever
i used to play the block hoodied up
servin’ every car as they pullin’ up
block look like a drive*thru, they know what’s up
a1 bundles for the low, they know what’s up
i walked in this motherf*cker loaded up
42 on my wrist, this not a 41
try again, b*tch, i’m not one of them
glock c*cked, i [?] shot one of them
they ain’t know i had the gun when they let me in
you know i got it, b*tch, if you see me in
i got three different traps [?]
pay the rent, i gotta go through the vpn
i know these n*ggas ain’t wanna see me win
threw me off the boat, they ain’t know i could swim
5.56’ll break a n*gga’ limbs
i like ya chain, i break a n*gga chin
beat you like ya stepdad when he drinkin’ gin
beat you like you be f*ckin’ up in school again
beat you like you ain’t take out the trash
lay you ‘cross my lap and beat yo ass
i don’t leave the house without my money rag
i don’t leave the house without my f*ckin’ glock
i’m not goin’ like biggie or pac
that’s f*cked up what they did to biggie
i can care less what the f*ck they did to pac
they think he gangster ’cause he shot a cop
but he blew trial for rapin’ a b*tch
that mean you was out here takin’ sh*t
now you can say i’m on some hatin’ sh*t
but them facts, i’m not just sayin’ sh*t
biggie really sold crack and f*cked my hoes
did faith evans f*ck pac? we’ll never know
sh*t, she gon’ lie about it anyway
and both of them n*ggas dead and gone
but f*ck that sh*t, pap the new biggie
what i payed for a cup? 350
what i payed for a pint? a cheap civic
you got two ears for a reason, b*tch, listen
somehow i got lean on my bb simon
how the f*ck you spill lean on a bb simon?
a real dope boy don’t do [?]
ten times out of ten, i’m bound to rob ’em
they say pap act like he got a mental problem
up the gl!ck on a n*gga and have a mental problem
it’s supposed to be a drug deal but i robbed ’em
i don’t give a f*ck, that’s his problem
hi*tech red got me noddin’
real rx, i empty the bottle
how the f*ck t.i. ain’t do no jail time?
he got caught with saddam hussein firearms
the head of security snitched on you
got caught with pills and ya ugly b*tch on you
they say, “pap, why you talkin’ like that n*gga [?]?”
they say, “pap, why you talkin’ like that n*gga [?]?”
take off my [?] so you can look at my face
listen closely to what i’m about to say
i don’t give a f*ck [?]
i don’t give a f*ck [?]
i don’t give a f*ck how much he weighed
n*ggas die every f*ckin’ day
broad daylight, hit a n*gga with the k
by myself, i’m the new n.w.a
the drac hit harder than dr. dre
sh*t make you lean back and rock away
my left wrist brrr, b*tch, so icy
glock in my [?]
[?] off the beans you can do it like me
the glock a*town stomp on the beat
i a*town stomp on a key
real magician turn one to a three
if you ever see me fightin’ a wolf
pray for the wolf, don’t pray for me
you better ask first if it’s safe to speak
don’t ever keep the safe in the place you sleep
n*ggas got a tracking device on your car
they know where the f*ck you been goin’ all week
you left two birds at your grandma house
this n*gga’s ready to take your grandma out
you got no boss sh*t to talk ’bout sh*t
why the f*ck you think i talk like this?
in any hood that you go, it’s the same
n*ggas get k!lled when they get too much fame
you’ll get robbed when you got a big enough chain
dumb n*ggas f*ck up drills ’cause they don’t got aim
hit a baby, now you got the hood hot
you got every n*gga in the hood gettin’ watched
you got n*ggas that don’t even be in that type of sh*t
they just out here sellin’ a little white and sh*t
they don’t know that sealed indictment finna hit
you get that paper in the mail, they gon’ be sick
n*ggas be in they feelings over petty sh*t
a n*gga’ll get you k!lled ’cause you f*cked his b*tch
n*ggas’ll talk behind your back like a b*tch
most n*ggas don’t even be realer than your b*tch
if you fall off, ask ya mans for help
they gon’ tell you, “no, you gotta ask your b*tch”
your man gon’ lie and say he don’t got it
your b*tch’ll give you whatever and her wallet
your b*tch overdraft her bank for you
your b*tch bound to rob a bank for you
when you can’t buy drank, your b*tch buy it
n*gga, my b*tch do it for me, i’m not lyin’
these n*ggas is full of nothin’ but cap
we ain’t miss, but b*tch, we spinnin’ back
we hit them n*ggas, now we hittin’ the witness
when n0body breathin’, that’s when it’s finished
glock*27 with 31 in it
i’m shootin’ this motherf*cker until it’s empty
when we spin back, i’m reloadin’
you godd*mn right, i’ma keep goin’
i told cuz, “don’t be speedin’ when we slide
when i hang out the window, n*gga, slow it”
they said look like i’m shootin’ in slow motion
hop out, walk down and stand over ’em
all this sh*t here could’ve been avoided
but i head ’bout that sh*t you told [?]
you know that b*tch gon’ run back and tell [?]
how you try and snake n*ggas you be around?
that’s the main reason i don’t even be around
but now that’s between you and jesus now
n*gga, i’m strapped everywhere i go
i tried to walk down in the clothin’ store
n*gga, you ain’t here what happen like two months before?
got a n*gga wet comin’ out a clothin’ store
that’s all you need to know, you don’t need to know no more
i would say some more but can’t go no more
anyway, when a opp walked out, i backed out the gl!ck
his heart beatin’ through his chest, he a whole b*tch
his man tellin’ him, “chill, that n*gga strapped”
both of them n*ggas is finna get whacked
i sip wock’, i don’t sip ‘gnac
paranoid in the car, can’t sit back
i do more percs than lil gotit
ask [?], they gon’ say that lil n*gga got it
he always got a glock tucked in his boxers
hangin’ out the window, that n*gga wylin’
glock big and black like ben wallace
shootin’ dice, i done hit for ten thousand
i was in a gamblin’ house for three days straight
my mans came to look for me, make sure i’m safe
i laughed so hard in a n*gga face
don’t see what the f*ck bulgin’ off my waist?
a n*gga rob me, he won’t make it past the gate
put his mom in front of the pastor’ face
sh*t get your suit black and your casket grave
pick up a brick and then bash his face
catch you with your kid, they’ll get sn*tched away
you screamin’, watchin’ him get dragged away
if you wanba get this lil n*gga back safe
you better do every mothaf*ckin’ thing i f*ckin’ say
we got guns like the cia
f*ck the fbi and the dea
f*ck the atf, f*ck all them n*ggas
i wish i had a bomb big enough for all them n*ggas
i walk in the precinct and i domed some n*ggas
“pap, why you always wanna cause harm to n*ggas?”
these n*ggas b*tches and i said it
your favorite rapper got f*cked for his deal
i would sign but i’m stuck in the field
bird in the kitchen, tryna pluck it for real
they know i got more swag than pharell
walk in this b*tch, i’m in my bag for real
i got two different bags that’s sealed
a bag of gelato and a bag of pills
i got two pints in a book bag
i ain’t pay for ’em, you know i took that
white boy try and show me he got lean
he went out his way to show it’s not green
he was dumb enough to put ’em both in my hand
i said, “sh*t, you know what? i got some green”
he said, “where it’s at pap? let me see”
pulled out the glock and showed him the beam
he like, “god d*mn, pap, it’s like that?”
what the f*ck you think this is, n*gga, a joke?
passed the pint to [?] and patted him down
came up 1500 from pattin’ him down
this what you get for tryna be down
sh*t happens, charge it to the game
just don’t bring charges to my name
arp bullets’ll go straight through your brain
micro*drac same size as a baby
i don’t pull stunts, b*tch, i’m not dababy
i will slap the f*ck outta you and your baby
i had four pockets full before lil baby
i been throwin’ fours before lil baby
i’m the boss, don, i’m not a lil baby
fn bullets bigger than a baby
these n*ggas overrated like dababy
i hate when my b*tch try and bump dababy
i hate even more when she bump meg thee stallion
definition of a stallion is male horse
i’ma just make that clear if you wasn’t sure
that dumb b*tch lied on tory lanez
and she got a hot 30 seconds worth of fame
in the end, she still tried to f*ck up his name
if he got locked, i woulda tried to bond tory lanez
i know d*mn well he ain’t shoot the b*tch
i heard her story, i’m like, “you stupid b*tch”
how the f*ck one minute you shot and hurt
then the next you in the club twerkin’?
i ain’t gon’ lie, i really can’t stand that b*tch
that’s a bad representation for these b*tches
i don’t know why the f*ck they promote that
i think they should bring the goats back
where the f*ck missy elliot at?
where the f*ck is the gangsta queen latifah?
where the f*ck is cleo when you need her?
bring back lil kim before all the weird stuff
lil kim look like moneybagg yo
i’ma save all that there for another note
you lyin’ if you ain’t think mc like dope
erykah badu weird as sh*t but she can sing
eve rap better than jt
i bumped lil mo before cardi b
they like, “pap, how many time you loop the beat?”
as long as i f*ckin’ want to speak
you woke up hatin’ ‘fore you brushed ya t**th
drac bigger than heavy d
i’m in the hood, you never be
on pills, i hardly ever sleep
my b*tch ask, “why the h*ll you get that [?]”
i seen sh*t you’ll never wanna see
certain sh*t i could tell you, other sh*t, i can’t speak
sh*t f*ck with my head, a n*gga can’t sleep
it’s hard to crawl out when you waist deep
i ain’t know how to swim when i was young
they threw me in the side that was deep
wasn’t n0body there on the side of me
it’s either i’ma survive or i’ma sink
i was mad as f*ck when i got out that pool
but i learned something that day that stuck wit me
you can put me anywhere and i’ma live
and i can care less if a n*gga f*ck wit me
these n*ggas know they can’t f*ck wit me
it took seven n*ggas to get a buck fifty
but ya man got his f*ckin’ face broke
punched on ’em and put ’em in like egg yolks
i d*mn near made that n*gga call me uncle
he ran back lookin’ like n*ggas jumped him
they was p*ssed when they heard one n*gga punched him
i mean, yeah, i got a scar, but that sh*t ain’t nothin’
i know for a fact he can’t see straight
i ate that [?] like a piece of cheese cake
that sh*t all happened over petty sh*t
b*tch, i get petty ’bout petty sh*t
once it’s up, i’m not [?] sh*t
n*ggas speak they mind once they get mad
that mean you felt like that behind my back
that mean i shoulda been whooped yo ass
these n*ggas be p*ssy anyway
i ain’t got sh*t to prove to a n*gga
they d*ck ridin’, wanna be cool wit n*ggas
i don’t be wantin’ sh*t to do wit n*ggas
i robbed n*ggas and went to school wit ’em
that sh*t don’t make me no mothaf*ckin’ different
if i gotta get it, then i gotta get it
and i’m gettin’ you if you the n*gga wit it
don’t get me wrong, i still got morals
stay on the sidewalk if this not for you
you supposed to die if you disloyal
if he still chop his hands off, disown him
real dope boy serve on any corner
i could play the quarterback or play the corner
wide receiver wherever you want me
where ever the pack land, that’s where i’m gon’ be
you godd*mn right i got it on me
percs got me like a walkin’ zombie
i bought an audi thanks to auntie
my other audi my b*tch got me
i hop out with my wrist rocky
first thing they think is, “this n*gga c*cky”
what they never think is, “this n*gga got it”
next thing you know is, “this n*gga shot me”
you’ll be surprised at how fast n*ggas point you out
n*ggas get on the stand and give details
you’ll be sitting there shocked as h*ll
like, “how the f*ck you remember this sh*t that well?”
feds be tellin’ n*ggas what to say
don’t get me wrong, it’s still rattin’ either way
but they know these n*ggas be makin’ sh*t up
judge still slay you, they don’t give a f*ck
you ain’t got a paid lawyer, you sh*t out of luck
and even when you do, you still could get f*cked
that’s just what it is, but you knew that
now you thinking when yo mom said, “don’t do that”
you sittin’ in the courtroom with flashbacks
first time yo mom caught you with mad crack
she told you, “get out, and don’t bring yo ass back”
now you talkin’ ’bout you wish you could take it back
hold that sh*t down and get yo weight up
put in your [?] and keep your faith up
’cause when you was trappin’, baggin’ your weight up
you wasn’t worried about gettin’ cased up
your baby mom tryin’ bond you out
she can’t put up the house, she only got paystubs
grandma can’t help you, she don’t make enough
mom not gon’ help you ’cause she’s had enough
she sick and tired of seein’ you in cuffs
you in your cell stressed as f*ck
you gettin’ skinny cause you not eating
you heard your b*tch f*ckin’, now you not thinking
yeah, you heard she f*ckin’ one of ya opps
if you was home, you woulda got n*ggas shot
if you was home, you woulda did mad sh*t
but get over it, n*gga, you not
you know how many times i laid in that cot?
claustrophobic in that lil ass box?
use the sink to wash my draws and socks?
get a rollup loosie from one of the opps?
muslim n*ggas f*ck wit me in jail
i always tell ’em i ain’t really religious
they say, “that’s cool, papi, we get it
but just be cool and don’t be trippin'”
if a n*gga try me, i’ma hand him my bidness
the respect mutual so they get it
i’m not one of them n*ggas that’s scared of jail
when i get locked, they treat me very well
me and my dad name ring bells
papi known for crankin’ and causin’ h*ll
i see my opp, i don’t talk at all
i’m crankin’, tryin break a n*gga jaw
we crashin’ out every time we see each other
take it to the street, we could beat forever
me and my glock always be together
i love my glock, we sleep together
my b*tch be gettin’ a lil jealous
i’m sorry, baby, but i can’t help it
“it stank, it smell like dope in here”
obviously, b*tch, i was cookin’ dope in here
auntie gotta pay extra to smoke in here
she a og, she know the ropes in here
she told me 12 was up the block
then let me know when the coast was clear
auntie been smokin’ dope for years
i got good relationship with auntie kids
bought they ass some video games
new clothes and shoes and good shoe strangs
auntie said, “pap, i love you like my son
they can say what they want but, n*gga, you the one”
every junkie know i got that sh*t
they lie all the time but they never quit
i don’t need a deal to get rich
two flip phones’ll get me rich
i’ll take a deal to get me legit
every day, i be tryna quit
streets callin’, i’m the people’s champ
pap the golden apple out the camp
don’t ever tell me what i can’t
up the drac and make a n*gga tap dance
beat the pot, hit it the with the back hand
they gon’ say, “oh, yeah, the old pap again”
i ain’t gon’ lie, i don’t know what pap this is
i looped this beat so many f*ckin’ times
i got so much sh*t on my mind
and way too much sh*t i gotta say
i’ma tell you sh*t these rappers won’t tell you
no n*gga is just gon’ be willin’ to help you
they only gon’ help you if you helpful
or have you do sh*t somebody else should do
they only person care about yourself is you
nowadays n*ggas live like they in the zoo
don’t worry about pap, i’m in the [?]
when you lookin’ for me, i’m in the coup
everybody know i’m stingy with my boo
i don’t like sharin’ weed, drank, or my boo
i rolled this backwood to smoke it
i didn’t roll this backwood to pass it
i payed 650 for these margielas, b*tch
you better watch where you ashin’
big body beat when i back in
[?] when i’m in traffic
[?] put you onto traffic
[?]
they say, “pap, what you doin’ in the a?”
don’t worry ’bout what i’m doin’, just know i’m straight
glock beat like cool & dre
my left wrist cooler than cool & dre
i could bend the rules with the drac
junkies in the hood treat me like drake
i’m not ice cube, it’s not a good day
auntie keep comin’ short and tryna play me
this b*tch must think i’m sweet or sumn
finna punch out this b*tch t**th for frontin’
[?] said, “pap, don’t be beatin’ the junkies”
chill, this between me and the junkie
better leave me the f*ck alone
mind yo bidness and get the f*ck on
auntie, next time you come, it better be straight
or i’ma break every bone in your face
i can’t vote ’cause i’ma felon
even if i wasn’t, i still wouldn’t do it
none of them n*ggas like black people
so to me, that sh*t be all stupid
they shoulda let martin luther king be president
he woulda at least had white people try and be cool
in white towns, they k!ll a n*gga, it’s cool
a n*gga can get k!lled for walkin’ to school
they like, “pap, watch what you talkin’ ’bout”
no, these n*ggas need to watch joe biden house
i don’t give a f*ck ’bout no secret service
i’m tryna keep it a secret that fact that i’m servin’
i’m ridin’ with a pound in the car nervous
i don’t got a license, i got a permit, leaners
but that sh*t suspended so i don’t got sh*t
and if i get pulled over, that’s it
whenever i drive, it’s not legit
i still take the chance, i’m drug rich
these n*ggas givin’ y’all mad checks
later on you gon’ have to pay back double
hope you ain’t spend it all on dior, dior
and i hope you n*ggas know how to hustle
mad n*ggas i know went to the feds
only thing i could do is shake my head
these n*ggas don’t know none about finesse
they tryna flex for instagram b*tches
you got hood n*ggas caught up instagram livin’
street n*ggas turn to instagram n*ggas
and it’s all over instagram b*tches
’cause they only like instagram n*ggas
papi an instant gram whipper
before i help a b*tch, i’ll clip her
if we both runnin’, then i’ll trip her
i’m just a devious, grimy ass n*gga
hoes be thinkin’ they be somethin’ special
b*tch, you know you not nothin’ special
every n*gga in the hood had you
you like a $5.99 meal special
they said, “pap, you need help, you special”
no i’m not, that’s really how b*tches be
my b*tch be real as real could be
should wouldn’t be my b*tch if she wasn’t real wit me
these n*ggas crossed the line ’bout p*ssy
i cross the line and show you i’m not p*ssy
it’s not ’bout a b*tch, it’s about the principle
you blatantly disrespect me to my face
don’t dm my b*tch and smile in my face
that’s mad weird, suspect, and g*y
i don’t got nothin’ against people that’s g*y
some of my best [?] was g*y
and they bump my music to this day
i say what the f*ck i wanna say
real n*gga don’t gotta say “no h0m*”
’cause n*ggas not gonna say nothing h0m*
i’ma tell you right now how this won’t go
with you breathin’ or leavin’ out the front door
you better put that f*ckin’ bag down
red dot on your nose like cash clowns
these b*tches think they cashed out
[?] need to sit her ass down
papoose got got a edge up wearin’ the fitted
still, to this day, i just don’t get it
like why the f*ck you ain’t take off the fitted?
what the f*ck was you tryin’ to keep hidden?
don’t mind me, i’m booted and been sippin’
this f*ckin’ song sixteen minutes
this sh*t better than uzi 20 minutes
’cause he ain’t say sh*t for twenty minutes
the opps on the block, we finna spin it
as soon as we spot ’em, get to hittin’
n*ggas know papi ’bout his bidness
head tap a n*gga, now he’s finished
they hit casanova with the rico
he already a felon, that n*gga’s finished
you can’t mix g*ngb*ngin’ with bidness
then rap about it, that’s like self*snitchin’
notice i don’t talk about too much crip sh*t
everybody already know i’m crip
a n*gga play, i’ma get him hit
ain’t none to talk about, that’s it
i lied, i said it was gon’ be sixteen minutes
but i’ma keep goin’ cause my body different
the drugs in my body hittin’
i’m on live right now with my fans right now, kickin’ sh*t
dog keep makin’ noise, i’m finna kick the b*tch
the weed i smoke expensive as sh*t
truffles d*mn near 550 for a zip
i cop back to back like it ain’t sh*t
your favorite rapper don’t know how to whip
your favorite rapper don’t know ’bout a split
your favorite rapper never bust a [?]
try to walk like papi, you gon’ bust ya eyes
these n*ggas can’t walk in my shoes
pap smoother than devin the dude
50 cent, i’ll whoop your head with the tool
you better not ever get this sh*t confused
i robbed the sh*t out sl!ck rick for his jewels
and rocked them b*tches in a interview
n*gga, pap more connected than the mob
put a n*gga in the trap, give ’em a job
they like, “pap, why the f*ck is you goin’ off?”
hang my wrist out the window, i’m showin’ off
when you get the bag, you supposed to ball
a real boss make his own protocol
the glock always close to my b*lls
hollow hit ya face, oven roast your jaw
number one rule; don’t talk with the folks at all
in san antonio, got folks to call
had gd’s pulled up on [?]
i’m real drug rich from state to state
i’m sticked the f*ck up when i’m in the a
smoke top shelf za when i’m in the bay
treat pap like suge when i go to la
they say i’m max b in the modern day
all these n*ggas wanna rob my way
n*ggas talk behind your back and hide they face
i played the hand i was dealt, nothin’ but spades
learnt about dope at a early age
my dad bought my first game system with crack
my dad bought all my sh*t off of crack
my mom bought a car from sellin’ crack
my mom hate when i talk ’bout her sellin’ crack
check my background, i been to h*ll and back
he cashed app me, i’ma mail it back
watch your tone, who the f*ck you yellin’ at?
i will beat the f*ck out you like your dad
shoot this b*tch up if you make me mad
pop another e pill ‘fore i start to crash
d*mn near 800 horses, this b*tch draggin’
i make a mixtape faster than money man
played the trap for two days, that’s a hundred bands
make a phone call, bet they bring it in a van
get to work and leave, i payed ’em in advance
ain’t used to have a cig, i was freelancin’
take a n*gga b*tch and get a free ransom
he real rx if we stamped ’em
let that n*gga play wit that money if he want
we outside your house call of duty campin’
i’m up with the j’s, we all vampin’
put the work in the wax bag and stamped it
you can catch the rico when you stamp it
but the hood gotta know who got that sh*t
i cook cocaine in front of my cousin
he like, “how the f*ck you make it lock that quick?”
he said, “papi, you got that wrist”
i say, “you think that’s some then just watch this”
i had a leftover sixteen grams
i brought that b*tch back to twenty six
pap a real life cocaine magician
i wouldn’t talk to a therapist at all
they wouldn’t believe that i see blood on the wall
or use the ouija board to talk to my dog
they wouldn’t believe half the sh*t i said i saw
they spun the block twice, we hittin’ the car
i don’t give a f*ck who in the car
when we spunt the first time, that was your fair warning
the draco loud as rick flair yellin’
your favorite rapper nowhere near felon
the industry not ready for a n*gga like pap
speak my mind, can’t sh*t hold me back
[outro]
real rx
and this sh*t was better than uzi 20 minutes, f*ck outta here
yeauh

- rx papi lyrics

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