Xella Red - Winter Hood Therapy 6 Lyrics

Certain shit that I ain't have to go through
Now I gotta move like I don't know you
You ask me and everything was so cool
But I guess that was just a façade

I been struggling mentally tryna hold on
But sometimes I just can't hold on
Two hoes on one line
They tellin me shit gon be fine but they just want the gold

I reap what I sow
But I ain't tell shit that I know
I live by the code

But if we talkin' blocks
A nigga wont get my shit hot cause we getting you gone

Man I been through a lot
I miss my lil hittah for real
He got killed by the store
Nigga know its 2-4
The opps aint got shit goin on
They jus lie in they songs

But this ain't the summer
Locked in with my mama
Two dreams about a drum in a silver Toyota
Childhood home desecrated and closured
I ain't got nothing to hold for big O

I can't stop thinkin' bout shit it get old
Everybody know that what glitters ain't gold
Them late nights I cried ain't have no one to hold
Fuck nigga folded it's fuck him we gone

But I never cheated
I did what supported the love but see that shit ain't never exist
Pour up two cups
I don't wanna hear shit about some trust when you impregnated that bitch
Lil nigga waddup'
If I see you in Chatham again
Imma' let the shit rip to no end
And fuck all your friends
They ass tried to fuck me
got lucky
And you let them do it again

So much for a nigga
Xella get bigger and bigger
Satana ain't finna' fuck with ya'
Might be a stripper
The way that you painted my name
The whole underground might the tippers
Sipping on liquor
Tears dripping into my glass
The taste getting bitter and bitter
I can't even notice
Way too much shit on my mental I'm driving I can't even focus

Lil bitch I might crash
Feeling anxiety bad
These underground boys on your ass
It's making me mad
I gave you my time attention
And you tried to make me look bad
Bitch why you do that
Was going thru shit wit my dad and you told me you would beat his ass
Domestic relations
Same nigga calling me mommy the same nigga fighting these cases
This shit look amazing
Evidence evidence evidence twin annem' really wasn't playin

I miss Keyvon
But it seem like the nigga far gone
And ain't shit I could do that could save him
Rest easy Shaniyah
I'm gettin higher and higher
So high I might probably could find her
So who was behind it
I ain't gon' rep gbg but lately I been back on my timing

A muthafuckin' demon
I wanna hear shorty screaming
When I found out I couldn't believe it
Looked at my wrist it wasn't bleeding
Maybe that's growth or maybe I'm just stuck in a dream
Bitch I'm a king
I create beautiful things
And called your bitch my lil queen
I buck when you're ducking
Fuck her then trap robitussin
Bitch I hear u clutching I'm bussing

Fuck a discussion
Now I trust god and I love it
I really ain't gotta do shit
Life getting lit
I wouldn't be mad about a bitch
I only show love to a stick

Fuck in a clique
Hurted when Daddyo died
Cause he told me shorty wasn't it
We do it for Sky
I probably wouldn't get high if them vapes wouldn't stop me from crying

This ain't no lyin
I deal with trauma on trauma
I might fuck around and stop trying
I'm on the grind
Carry the game on my spine
I'm spitting maleficent rhymes
Shorty a dime
He say he wanna mines
Lil nigga get back fa' u die I cant do it again
I cannot love or pretend
I just wanna feel it again