East Atlanta Flows/Therapy III Video (MV)

I've been open up to praying
Now a nigga guard up I Feel like Gary Payton
Queens nigga went and bought a house out in Clayton
Another out in Fulton and that's where I raise my Baby
I share it with my lady
East Atlanta flows got me Feeling like I'm baby
And Jazz is my Jayda except it's never separation
Elections came and went and I ain't voted ain't no Faking
None of the ballots is gon' get us reparations
Ain't no phony in me and me nigga, dawg I always Kept it real
Whether in the mirror or someone I knew from lil
I learned showing emotions is gon' always get you killed
And depressed over your lost homies Ain't gon' pay a bill
Kelroy died on that bike
Felt like piece of me went and died too that night
Went out to Belize just to celebrate your life
It was all good till I woke up scratching bites
And nigga that's for real
Every Thug ain't got a nigga riding like they Brian Steel
But only God could judge me, so f*ck How niggas feel
So f*ck how niggas feel
And only God could judge me so
Sometimes they get the message better when you leave the shit on read
Don't tell me how to deal with losses you ain't never had
Don't tell me how to win a battle you ain't never led
Some shit could go unsaid that ain't really who I am
Back against the wall I stand tall on the set
I was really in New York you'd rather talk through a Text
Shed tears from my eyes laying cuzzo down to rest
And f*ck your best man, I'm still the best man yet
You gon kick me while I'm down instead of give a hand to lend
You gon' tell me to get help and I told you that I did
Lost my cousin 12 days before I showed up to that crib
Then I slipped up with addiction, you judging depression
They don't remember the grind, they don't Remember the struggle
I was always down to ride when other niggas said f*ck you
Ain't no hate from this way niggas always gon' love you
And for you it was all business, for me you was my brother
I screamed bandits, I scream maple, I screamed mint
Screamed for long enough, now I'm screaming f*** them
It's all unto the death of me, till ain't nothing left of me
A dollar ain't a dream, till I fulfill the debt in me
Ain't always what it seems, but I still give the best of me
You couldn't fill my shoes, audacity to step to me
You niggas rather type in text and lecture me
And I already took steps of necessity
You niggass don't know Jeff, you judge depressive me
It's either that or your selective memory
Kicked me down at my worse, when I was grieving my cuz
You told me I ain't the first to lose someone I love
You told me I ain't the first to lose someone I love
And I get it and I admit it, I was wrong in ways
Hope you get it and you admit it, we could move from this phase
Your God Daughter turning one and she could walk for days
Let this sit and resonate, ain't nothing more I can say, nigga