Therapeutic
[Citi:]
Been grinding real real hard lately... Wondering where this life will take me
Seems that i'm moving on to great things.... I shine hard and they love to hate me
Never wasting.. Time...go with it, go get it, cold with it, roll with it
If you got the same grind, i'm with it... If you got the same mind, you can see my vision
Just a tad bit, slow it down so you can understand
Hating on niggas ain't part of my plan
Do i get the same back, no not a chance
Stay elevated, just me and my clan
Street niggas with a positive brand
Clothes and music, just a part of the plan
I really advance these facts..... Success don't sleep, we don't even take naps
You can be a square, nigga still get clapped.... She can have a ring, nigga still gon smash
[Detroit L-O:]
Sat by the window, while it was raining, while I wrote this rap
Brush up on knowledge, so you can point out all the nigga traps
It's therapeutic to know success around the corner bro
Obstacles on this road, in yo way, you gotta keep the flow
Im incognito in deep waters, so catch this wave
Actions out the ordinary, my trust won't be the same
It fades away like the smoothest beat on the darkest night
The type of feeling, make you wanna catch a red eye flight
I keep it tight, but on sight, must get my money right
Family comes before it all, change of thoughts not even slight
You ignored my come up, but that was a typical thing
Noticed when I fully blossomed like the flowers in the spring
I gave you the keys to it all, but you threw it away
You probably ain't take it serious cuz a nigga stayed
But the uncomfort is becoming more unbearable
Chance after chance and you blew it, that's so terrible
[Citi:]
All that drug talk in yo music, but nothing credible
If I'm giving food for thought, my nigga yo shit ain't edible
Stop the hate, take notes from these niggas is what you better do
You ain't really hustlin my baby unless you got more than two
And i think that it's a miracle that I made it pass twenty-two
Been a hustler, been the muscle, now I ain't got shit to prove
Got three daughters and a son, and nigga we ain't bouta lose
On the road to riches, cuz simply, I'm out here making moves
[Detroit L-O:]
Bring more light to the real..... Throw more shade on the fake
We need a house on the hill..... We need a crib on the lake
And when I look at my life, I never questioned my choices
And everytime I close my eyes, I hear them heavenly voices
That tell me, keep on pushing to the limit, cuz if you in it
Gotta win it, we're going for the gold... The life we live it
Checkered flags in the distance & I'm already out of breathe
But it's die tryna finish, or give it up and face death
Lot of fools still breathing, but that's the only thing they're doing
Gold chains, latest fashion, bro what the fuck you niggas proving
You got all this money, you spend it all on pointless drugs
Got that suburb money, still in the slums with the thugs
You can double that paper and pop off something legendary
But you'd rather just look cool, and that shit kinda scary
It's so many artists that drop game like this
But y'all don't ever take notes, y'all just think its a diss
