Letra Street therapy Krept & Konan

Street therapy

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Spoke to my little nigga, he's sick of the same shit
Same stick, same clip, rolling with the same grip
Same whip, same clique, rolling on the same strip
Same beef, same streets, rolling on the same pricks
And he tired of it, standing on the business, not relying on it ('Lying on it)
That feeling of being trapped in a larger state
The carnage waits, these decisions are hard to make (Hard to make)
If you never saw the blood then you can't relate
My brother done a spin, now he in the bin (Bin)
'Cause he got him, now they singing hymns
Threw away the SIM (Yes) 'cause he let it ring
Right here, right now, nigga, Fatboy Slim (Ah)
It's fucked cah if you ask most these little niggas why they're beefing (Why)
They don't even know where it stem from
All I know is they just want their oppositions dead, gone
And where can they get the next skeng from?
And they don't even care now cah it's up in the air now (Yeah)
Only thing they care 'bout is my man's whereabouts
It's hard to tell these little niggas "Take a next entrance"
Don't teach you sign language but this shit a death sentence
R.I.P., let my soldiers rest (R.I.P.)
And don't just remember God when you close to death (Facts)
In a world where you should hope for more
But we deal with so much pain so we hope for less

I'm really tryna make it happen, but I'm stuck in the deep
They always say they understand, but they ain't feeling me
I gave my heart to the hood, they don't want me to leave
I gotta hold my homie down 'cause he done it for me
All them years that I been standing on this business got me tired, oh
And I ain't running from opponents, but I'm running from the sirens, oh (Yeah, yeah, yeah)

Where I'm from, you either rot in a jail cell or die in the streets
The young ones learn from us and then the cycle repeats
And I've always heard them say sleep's the cousin of death
I'm wide awake cah my cousin just died in his sleep
Five TV's in my house for all them times I had to ride basic
My probation still can't believe that I made it
Add all our jail time together and it's over a hundred years
I don't like to think about the time wasted
Bully just came home, he done eleven years
And Paul's got a year left, he done seven years
I make salah, I make dua and hope that Heaven hears
You can see the pain in my eyes, but these are denim tears
And they don't understand how that's normal to us
When you're from where I'm from, it ain't normal to trust
I still made it out the mud, no corners were cut
So they can talk all they want, but they ain't talking to us, for real

I'm really tryna make it happen, but I'm stuck in the deep
They always say they understand, but they ain't feeling me
I gave my heart to the hood, they don't want me to leave
I gotta hold my homie down 'cause he done it for me
All them years that I been standing on this business got me tired, oh
And I ain't running from opponents, but I'm running from the sirens, oh (Yeah, yeah, yeah)

Is it a gift or a curse? I never can pretend
We're the ones that they always wanna apprehend
I know bolts and bars, I know pads and pens
When Amy made "Back to Black," I went back to pen
I came home and said "I'm never selling packs again"
I'm sleeping on myself, I need to put the trap to bed
Instead, I cook a nine piece while my cat's asleep
This white girl's got a body like Angeline
My nanny always said the whole world's at my feet
We was locked up together, you even backed my beef
So I gave you all my love, I wish I had receipts
So when it's all said and done, at least I slapped my heat
Cah when I never had nuttin, least I had the streets
I feel like I'm Mike Skinner, dry my eyes, it's peak
Three-Six died in my cell, I cried for weeks
When you're broke and on your knees, how'd you find your feet?
Feds nicked me, tried ruining my life again
Alhamdulilah, at least I got to spend time with Fems
Joint enterprise fucking up the guys again
I bring my knees to my chest and I rise again
Is it a gift or a curse? I never try pretend
See these Cartier frames give me a wider lens
And now I'm rich and I'm handsome, that's in my defense
And my friends and my family, I'd die for them

Yo, it's [?][3:40]
Big up my brothers, Krept, Konan, Potter Payper
Draw the picture for them, aight? You feel me, [3:45][?]
You gotta serve up some'
Joint enterprise, corrupt law, tell the streets about it
And tell these little yutes on the road, don't get caught up in the system
I been livin' it
Think five moves ahead