Cheikh - Therapy (Intro) Lyrics

Thought that I could trust in you
Surprised to find it wasn't true
But I didn't fault you for the thoughts you was succumbin to
It was just a thought until I noticed it was comin true
My mind was clear at one time
Blindin me as it filled with clues
And truths
Main bitch and a mistress but no muse
Pay yo dues
Take yo mic cuz Kobe would take yo shoes
Ain't no rules
Guess I'm just used to a higher standard of livin
Been introduced to a lotta niggas who used to prison
Need a bitch bad as Eve
Sinnin since the beginnin
The predicament my pen in
Predictin a nearin endin
I'm more than a star, I'm the cosmos
Cosmic soldier
Reload smoke ya
Electricity told ya
My moms not shocked by holsters
Nor the chinky eyed cheeba chicken hawk
We smokin that Al Roker
Froze up as I post up the pole shift chose us
Chicago was North Pole'd up
Shit sewed up
Sosa
How I Chief Keef
In the school of hard knocks wit a cheat sheet
Left college to fight life and got beat sleep
Woke up outta my deep sleep
Facin martial law
And Leafly
The city deliverin weed to me
But my old plug locked
Why ain't he free?
Beats me
If I see P
Can't even give that nigga a CD
In the A tryna be C H E I K H on the big screen
Thinkin big things
Dreamin big dreams
From the big streets
Of the windy city
To this little city
That's big on the streets
You could miss me
With the Blood, Crip
BD, GD
BCBG
Designed to be a Designer
Not be sleep G
I'm Neo in Inception
Architectin
Artifacts and Art selections
Yawn
I'm the best at whatever
Ever bitch, I bet whatever
The swordsmith, I'm clever
My head severs
I'm a God
Sorry God
But God did not
Bless your endeavors
You the Hare but you not a head a
Chicago Red'er
Duane Reade
My tongue a reed
Human beings are instruments, nigga sing
My nina sing
While niggas dance
Nigga dance for your niggatry
We used to hang
Offa Vance was the nigga tree
Corona in the petri
Everything ain't Georgia peachy
Believe a quarter what ya read and none of what ya see G
2pac be listenin to me G
Write rhymes on a Ouiji
XXX too
RIP Juice, I'm special
Is this the stu or the restroom
Either way, God bless you
Eat away, intellect food
I don't wanna politic wit you, I don't elect you
Bulletproof lectern
Green tips comin through
No rest in Pee
Q R S T
Just done wit you
Blow the L
W
Fencin wit fence-riders is probably fun to who
Not me tho
Hard body beetle
I need a Dreamdoll, Nicki, or a R&B hoe
I need to lay my eyes on every chip bring me Casino
My life kinda like Belly starrin Al Pacino
You winin Grigio, Pino
Nigga give me the dough
The big bambino
Beat it from NY to Reno
Yo queen pussy Toledo cuz yo D a placebo
I make her rain like Seattle
Hope you believe what she know
F*ck yo opinio
And feelings too, u not my niño
I lost a granny to chemo
I'm smokin till I G-O
C E O
Covered in gold, C3PO
Skitzo I look in the mirror and see three people
That's three times the black history tho
C D hoe
You can't hate the root and not the tree, hoe
Cheikh
Get it? Trio
The booth Hacé Frío
The fur grow on my species when we cold
These beast flows
We desist and cease those
G O D from the G O
In summer covered from head to toe cuz he glow
Blind people see bro
It's prolly illegal
But I can't stop cuz he go
I looped the beat then I yawned
The vocals landed equal
I don't know when or where I can be all I can be bro
So I'm just gone off the tree feedin soul and eatin egos