Therapy Session

By Rx Papi

Released on March 23, 2021

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[Intro]

Yeah

Real Rx

I got my mask on, yeah

Put your mothafuckin' mask on, yeah

Real Rx, yeah


[Verse]

If you gon' shoot then shoot, what's the hold up?

They shot and they missed, bitch, 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 soda

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

We 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 trafficked state-to-state

I sat in that kitchen and scraped the plate

Cooked dope while auntie sing "Amazing Grace"

She super anxious waiting for a taste

Papi in the trap like Rob Base

I served my man uncle raw base

He still feel some typa way to this day

I fuck with unc, he's super cool

Nigga tried to sell me a set of tools

I told him, "Unc', them ain't the type of tools I use

Tools I got'll make a nigga move

Tools I got take a nigga out his shoes

Tools I got leave a nigga 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 50

Not money, bitch, I gave him a 50

The less work I got on me, the better

Undercovers might blitz this bitch 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 it's us

I walked in this motherfucker loaded up

42 on my wrist, this not a 41

Try again, bitch, I'm not one of them

Glock cocked, I be done shot one of them

They ain't know I had the gun when they let me in

You know I got it, bitch, if you see me in

I got three different traps and a CPN

Pay the rent, I gotta go through the VPN

I know these niggas ain't wanna see me win

Threw me off the boat, they ain't know I could swim

5.56'll break a nigga limbs

I like your chain, I break a nigga chin

Beat you like ya stepdad when he drinkin' gin

Beat you like you be fuckin' 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 fuckin' Glock

I'm not goin' like Biggie or Pac

That's fucked up what they did to Biggie

I can care less what the fuck they did to Pac

They think he gangster 'cause he shot a cop

But he blew trial for rapin' a bitch

That mean you was out here takin' shit

Now you can say I'm on some hatin' shit

But them facts, I'm not just sayin' shit

Biggie really sold crack and fucked mad hoes

Did Faith Evans fuck Pac? We'll never know

Shit, she gon' lie about it anyway

And both of them niggas dead and gone

But fuck that shit, Pap' the new Biggie

What I payed for a cup? Three-fifty

What I payed for a pint? A cheap Civic

You got two ears for a reason, bitch, listen

Somehow I got lean on my B.B. Simon

How the fuck you spill lean on a B.B. Simon?

A real dope boy don't do consignments

Ten times out of ten, I'm bound to rob 'em

They say, "Pap' act like he got a mental problem"

Up the glick on a nigga and have a mental problem

It's supposed to be a drug deal but I robbed him

I don't give a fuck, that's his problem

Hi-Tech red got me noddin'

Real Rx, I empty the bottle

How the fuck T.I. ain't do no jail time?

He got caught with Saddam Hussein firearms

The head of security snitched on you

You got caught with pills and your ugly bitch on you

They say, "Pap', why you talkin' like that nigga made?"

They say, "Pap', why you talkin' like that nigga paid?"

Let me take off my carti's so you can look at my face

Listen closely to what I'm about to say

I don't give a fuck that he made

I don't give a fuck that he paid

I don't give a fuck how much he weigh

Niggas die every fuckin' day

Broad daylight, hit a nigga with the K

By myself, I'm the new N.W.A

The Drac' hit harder than Dr. Dre

Shit make you lean back and rock away

My left wrist brrr, bitch, so icy

Glock in my Girbaud's, yep, in my white tee

Fabo 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

Niggas got a tracking device on your car

They know where the fuck you been goin' all week

You left two birds at your grandma house

There's niggas ready to take your grandma out

You got to know 'bout shit to talk 'bout shit

Why the fuck you think I talk like this?

In any hood that you go, it's the same

Niggas get killed when they get too much fame

You'll get robbed when you got a big enough chain

Dumb niggas fuck up drills 'cause they don't got aim

Hit a baby, now you got the hood hot

You got every nigga in the hood gettin' watched

You got niggas that don't even be in that type of shit

They just out here sellin' a little white and shit

They don't know that sealed indictment finna hit

You get that paper in the mail, they gon' be sick

Niggas be in they feelings over petty shit

A nigga'll get you killed 'cause you fucked his bitch

Niggas'll talk behind your back like a bitch

Most niggas don't even be realer than your bitch

If you fall off, and ask your mans for help

He gon' tell you, "No, you gotta ask your bitch"

Your man gon' lie and say he don't got it

Your bitch'll give you whatever in her wallet

Your bitch overdraft her bank for you

Your bitch bound to rob a bank for you

When you can't buy drank, your bitch buy it

Nigga, my bitch do it for me, I'm not lyin'

These niggas is full of nothin' but cap

We ain't miss, but, bitch, we spinnin' back

We hit them niggas, now we hittin' the witness

When nobody breathin', that's when it's finished

Glock 27 with thirty-one in it

I'm shootin' this motherfucker until it's empty

When we spin back, I'm reloadin'

You goddamn right, I'ma keep goin'

I told cuz, "Don't be speedin' when we slide

When I hang out the window, nigga, slow it"

They said look like I'm shootin' in slow motion

Hop out, walk down and stand over 'em

All this shit here could've been avoided

But I heard 'bout that shit you told 'Toya

You know that bitch gon' run back and tell the hood

How you try and snake niggas you be around?

That's the main reason I don't even be around

But now that's between you and Jesus now

Nigga, I'm strapped everywhere I go

Opp tried to walk down in the clothing store

Nigga, you ain't hear what happen, like, two months before?

Got a nigga whacked comin' out a clothing 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 the opp walked out, I backed out the glick

His heart beatin' through his chest, he a whole bitch

His man tellin' him, "Chill, that nigga strapped"

Both of them niggas 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 about Pap', they gon' say that lil nigga got it

He always got a Glock tucked in his boxers

Hangin' out the window, that nigga 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 the nigga face

Don't see what the fuck bulgin' off my waist?

A nigga rob me, he won't make it past the gate

Put his mom in front of the pastor face

Shit get your suit black and your casket gray

Pick up a brick and then bash your face

Catch you with your kid, they'll get snatched away

You screamin', watchin' him get dragged away

If you wanna get this lil nigga back safe

You better do every motherfuckin' thing I say

We got guns like the CIA

Fuck the FBI and the DEA

Fuck the ATF, fuck all them niggas

I wish I had a bomb big enough for all them niggas

I walk in the precinct and Saddam them niggas

"Pap', why you always wanna cause harm to niggas?"

These niggas bitches and I said it

Your favorite rapper got fucked 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 Pharrell

Walk in this bitch, 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, "Shit, you know what? I got some green"

He said, "Where it's at, Pap'? Let me see it"

Pulled out the Glock and showed him the beam

He like, "God damn, Pap', it's like that?"

"What the fuck you think this is, nigga, a joke?"

Passed the pint to crodie and patted him down

Came up 1500 from pattin' him down

This what you get for tryna be down

Shit 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, bitch, I'm not DaBaby

I will slap the fuck 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 niggas overrated like DaBaby

I hate when my bitch 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 bitch lied on Tory Lanez

And she got a hot thirty seconds worth of fame

In the end, she still tried to fuck up his name

If he got locked, I woulda tried to bond Tory Lanez

I know damn well he ain't shoot the bitch

I heard her story, I'm like, "You stupid bitch"

How the fuck one minute you shot and hurtin'

Then the next you in the club twerkin'?

I ain't gon' lie, I really can't stand that bitch

That's a bad representation for these bitches

I don't know why the fuck they promote that

I think they should bring the G.O.A.T.s back

Where the fuck Missy Elliot at?

Where the fuck is the gangsta Queen Latifah?

Where the fuck 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 Lyte dope

Erykah Badu weird as shit but she can sing

Eve rap better than JT

I bumped Lil' Mo before Cardi B

They like, "Pap', how many times you loop the beat?"

As long as I fuckin' want to speak

You woke up hatin' 'fore you brushed ya teeth

Drac' bigger than Heavy D

I'm in the hood, you never be

On pills, I hardly ever sleep

My bitch ask, "Why the hell you get that geeked?"

I seen shit you'll never wanna see

Certain shit I could tell you, other shit, I can't speak

Shit fuck with my head, a nigga 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 nobody there on the side of me

It's either I'ma survive or I'ma sink

I was mad as fuck 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 nigga fuck with me

These niggas know they can't fuck with me

It took seven niggas to get a buck fifty

But ya man got his fuckin' face broke

Punched on 'em and put 'em in like egg yolks

I damn near made that nigga call me uncle

He ran back lookin' like niggas jumped him

They was pissed when they heard one nigga punched him

I mean, yeah, I got a scar, but that shit ain't nothin'

I know for a fact he can't see straight

I ate that buck like a piece of cheese cake

That shit all happened over petty shit

Bitch, I get petty 'bout petty shit

Once it's up, I'm not deadin' shit

Niggas 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 niggas be pussy anyway

I ain't got shit to prove to a nigga

They dick ridin', wanna be cool with niggas

I don't be wantin' shit to do with niggas

I robbed niggas and went to school with 'em

That shit don't make me no motherfuckin' different

If I gotta get it, then I gotta get it

And I'm gettin' you if you the nigga 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 steal, 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 goddamn right I got it on me

Percs got me like a walkin' zombie

I bought an Audi thanks to auntie

My other Audi my bitch got me

I hop out with my wrist rocky

First thing they think is, "This nigga cocky"

What they never think is, "This nigga got it"

Next thing you know is, "This nigga shot me"

You'll be surprised at how fast niggas point you out

Niggas get on the stand and give details

You'll be sitting there shocked as hell

Like, "How the fuck you remember this shit that well?"

Feds be tellin' niggas what to say

Don't get me wrong, it's still rattin' either way

But they know these niggas be makin' shit up

Judge still slay you, they don’t give a fuck

You ain't got a paid lawyer, you shit out of luck

And even when you do, you still could get fucked

That's just what it is, but you knew that

Now you thinking when your 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 shit down and get your weight up

Put in your pill papers 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 had enough

She sick and tired of seein' you in cuffs

You in your cell stressed as fuck

You gettin' skinny cause you not eating

You heard your bitch fuckin', now you not thinkin'

Yeah, you heard she fuckin' one of your opps

If you was home, you woulda got niggas shot

If you was home, you woulda did mad shit

But get over it, nigga, 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 niggas fuck 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 nigga try me, I'ma handle my business

The respect mutual so they get it

I'm not one of them niggas 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' hell

I see my opp, I don't talk at all

I'm crankin', tryin' break a nigga 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 bitch be gettin' a lil' jealous

I'm sorry, baby, but I can't help it

"It stink, it smell like dope in here"

Obviously, bitch, 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 with good shoe strings

Auntie said, "Pap', I love you like my son

They can say what they want but, nigga, you the one"

Every junkie know I got that shit

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 nigga 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 fuckin' times

I got so much shit on my mind

And way too much shit I gotta say

I'ma tell you shit these rappers won't tell you

No nigga is just gon' be willin' to help you

They only gon' help you if you helpful

Or have you do shit somebody else should do

They only person care about yourself is you

Nowadays, niggas live like they in the zoo

Don't worry about Pap', I'm in the loop

When you lookin' for me, I'm in the coupe

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, bitch, you better watch where you ashin'

Big body beat when I back in

Bump 10kdunk' when I'm in traffic

It's either [?] put you onto traffic

Self-made my shit, crodie be blacking

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 bitch must think I'm sweet or somethin'

Finna punch out this bitch teeth for frontin'

Crodie said, "Pap', don't be beatin' the junkies"

Chill, this between me and the junkie

Better leave me the fuck alone

Mind yo' bidness and get the fuck 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 niggas like black people

So to me, that shit 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 kill a nigga, it's cool

A nigga can get killed for walkin' to school

They like, "Pap', watch what you talkin' 'bout"

No, these niggas need to watch Joe Biden house

I don't give a fuck about 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, learners

But that shit suspended so I don't got shit

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 niggas 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 niggas know how to hustle

Mad niggas I know went to the feds

Only thing I could do is shake my head

These niggas don't know nothin' about finesse

They tryna flex for Instagram bitches

You got hood niggas caught up, Instagram livin'

Street niggas turn to Instagram niggas

And it's all over Instagram bitches

'Cause they only like Instagram niggas

Papi an instant gram whipper

Before I help a bitch, I'll clip her

If we both runnin', then I'll trip her

I'm just a devious, grimy ass nigga

Hoes be thinkin' they be somethin' special

Bitch, you know you not nothin' special

Every nigga 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 bitches be

My bitch be real as real could be

Should wouldn't be my bitch if she wasn't real wit me

These niggas crossed the line 'bout pussy

I draw the line and show you I'm not pussy

It's not 'bout a bitch, it's about the principle

You blatantly disrespect me to my face

Don't DM my bitch and smile in my face

That's mad weird, suspect, and gay

I don't got nothin' against people that's gay

Some of my best coke licks was gay

And they bump my music to this day

I say what the fuck I wanna say

Real nigga don't gotta say "no homo"

'Cause niggas not gonna say nothing homo

I'ma tell you right now how this won't go

With you breathin' or leavin' out the front door

You better put that fuckin' bag down

Red dot on your nose like cash clowns

These bitches think they Kash Doll

Kash Doll need to sit her ass down

Papoose got a edge up wearin' the fitted

Still, to this day, I just don't get it

Like why the fuck you ain't take off the fitted?

What the fuck was you tryin' to keep hidden?

Don't mind me, I'm booted and been sippin'

This fuckin' song sixteen minutes

This shit better than Uzi "20 Minutes"

'Cause he ain't say shit for twenty minutes

The opps on the block, we finna spin it

As soon as we spot 'em, get to hittin'

Niggas know Papi 'bout his bidness

Head tap a nigga, now he's finished

They hit Casanova with the RICO

He already a felon, that nigga finished

You can't mix gangbangin' with bidness

Then rap about it, that's like self-snitchin'

Notice I don't talk about too much Crip shit

Everybody already know I'm Crip

A nigga 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' shit

Dog keep makin' noise, I'm finna kick the bitch

The weed I smoke expensive as shit

Truffles damn near 550 for a zip

I cop back to back like it ain't shit

Your favorite rapper don't know how to whip

Your favorite rapper don't know 'bout a split

Your favorite rapper never bust a slab

Try to walk like Pap', you gon' bust your ass

These niggas 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 shit confused

I robbed the shit out Slick Rick for his jewels

And rocked them bitches in a interview

Nigga, Pap' more connected than the mob

Put a nigga in the trap, give 'em a job

They like, "Pap', why the fuck 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 balls

Hollow hit your 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 the 8 with 8

I'm real drug rich from state to state

I'm sticked the fuck 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 niggas wanna ride my wave

Niggas 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 shit 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 hell and back

He Cashed App me, I'ma mail it back

Watch your tone, who the fuck you yellin' at?

I will beat the fuck out you like your dad

Shoot this bitch up if you make me mad

Pop another E pill 'fore I start to crash

Damn near 800 horses, this bitch 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 the work and leave, I payed 'em in advance

Ain't used to have a cig, I was freelancin'

Take a nigga bitch and get a free ransom

He Real Rx if we stamped 'em

Let that nigga 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 shit

I cook cocaine in front of my cousin

He like, "How the fuck 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 bitch 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 shit I said I saw

They spun the block twice, we hittin' the car

I don't give a fuck who in the car

When we spunt the first time, that was your fair warning

The Draco loud as Ric Flair yellin'

Your favorite rapper nowhere near felon

The industry not ready for a nigga like Pap'

Speak my mind, can't shit hold me back


[Outro]

Real Rx

And this shit was better than Uzi "20 Minutes," fuck outta here

Yeah