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rx papi – therapy session كلمات اغاني

[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

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