Music Is Therapy by Ibrahim Mditshwa Lyrics
Music Is Therapy
Therapist
[Verse 1]
Ayo haters, this beat just imported from Nigeria
Just after you blow up is when the niggas start fakin’ ya
Therapy ain’t for everyone
‘Cause music is my therapy
When I’m on the down low
This music is my remedy
When I’m sad, when I’m lost
This music is my therapy
Just so I don’t go off, I make sure that my music is on repeat
Never break a sweat when I’m rapping on these Naija beats
So I’m just gon’ keep rapping to get out of my feelings
[Verse 2]
Never gonna pretend like I’ve been a real nigga
Never gonna flex ‘bout being a real nigga
All these fuckin’ niggas flexing ‘bout pulling triggers
While they don’t got one gun on em (fuckin’ niggas)
Why these niggas flexin’ ‘bout what they don’t got?
Ain’t keepin’ it real ‘cause they want all them thots
Then they pop another pill, 6 pills, that’s a lot
Then they thinkin’ that it’s cool, lil’ bitch, that’s just not
Tryna better my rap game now, just to pop
I don’t like my music, ‘cause it sound like cap
Some niggas hatin’, sayin’ that I can’t rap
Well nigga can you rap?
“No”, fuck out of my back
I think I made a bar
Well, yes, I’m the best
I’m the best underground
Yet to be heard by the rest
Therapist’s the name, just from K-2-4
Therapy ain’t for everyone, just like I said before
Y’all may want some bars and I think that I’ve got more
Failin’ at this rap shit would break me to the core
I hope that I succeed ‘cause I don’t want a job
I wanna be my own boss, rapping on my own
[Verse 3]
Older sister, Jinx, doing this shit with me
Parents saying that we need to go back to reality
Tryna brush it off, ‘cause they don’t see what we see
Late night writing music then wake up in the mornin’
Taking up my phone with this beat, start recordin’
Make a song, load it up
Then they’ll start downloadin’
Well, the last part is a goal that I be setting
Just few more songs ‘cause I be getting there
No one said that rapping was gonna be fair
It’s hard to reach the top when it’s like nobody cares
Gotta keep my nose closed ‘cause hatred’s in the air
[Verse 4]
This goes to every young rapper and every young trapper
The road to success is never ever easy
So don’t ever think ‘bout slacking and think you’ll be like Breezy
‘Cause the road to true success is never ever easy
Just start thinking small and start climbing the ladder
Don’t think ‘bout getting famous, keep that as the latter
Just enjoy yourself in rap and eventually you’ll get famous
Then you’ll bust through closed doors
Bro Kick, Sheamus
With all the bread you got, you get everything you want
Not acting like a real nigga, that’s what I lust
Getting money, getting famous
Yeah, being famous at last
Making songs all day with a friend rolling blunts
Well since music is my therapy
Maybe I’ll get that
Well since music is my remedy
I’ll continue making raps
Therapy in riding fast cars and writing fat cheques
[Outro]
Therapy in riding fast cars and writing fat cheques
Therapist
[Verse 1]
Ayo haters, this beat just imported from Nigeria
Just after you blow up is when the niggas start fakin’ ya
Therapy ain’t for everyone
‘Cause music is my therapy
When I’m on the down low
This music is my remedy
When I’m sad, when I’m lost
This music is my therapy
Just so I don’t go off, I make sure that my music is on repeat
Never break a sweat when I’m rapping on these Naija beats
So I’m just gon’ keep rapping to get out of my feelings
[Verse 2]
Never gonna pretend like I’ve been a real nigga
Never gonna flex ‘bout being a real nigga
All these fuckin’ niggas flexing ‘bout pulling triggers
While they don’t got one gun on em (fuckin’ niggas)
Why these niggas flexin’ ‘bout what they don’t got?
Ain’t keepin’ it real ‘cause they want all them thots
Then they pop another pill, 6 pills, that’s a lot
Then they thinkin’ that it’s cool, lil’ bitch, that’s just not
Tryna better my rap game now, just to pop
I don’t like my music, ‘cause it sound like cap
Some niggas hatin’, sayin’ that I can’t rap
Well nigga can you rap?
“No”, fuck out of my back
I think I made a bar
Well, yes, I’m the best
I’m the best underground
Yet to be heard by the rest
Therapist’s the name, just from K-2-4
Therapy ain’t for everyone, just like I said before
Y’all may want some bars and I think that I’ve got more
Failin’ at this rap shit would break me to the core
I hope that I succeed ‘cause I don’t want a job
I wanna be my own boss, rapping on my own
[Verse 3]
Older sister, Jinx, doing this shit with me
Parents saying that we need to go back to reality
Tryna brush it off, ‘cause they don’t see what we see
Late night writing music then wake up in the mornin’
Taking up my phone with this beat, start recordin’
Make a song, load it up
Then they’ll start downloadin’
Well, the last part is a goal that I be setting
Just few more songs ‘cause I be getting there
No one said that rapping was gonna be fair
It’s hard to reach the top when it’s like nobody cares
Gotta keep my nose closed ‘cause hatred’s in the air
[Verse 4]
This goes to every young rapper and every young trapper
The road to success is never ever easy
So don’t ever think ‘bout slacking and think you’ll be like Breezy
‘Cause the road to true success is never ever easy
Just start thinking small and start climbing the ladder
Don’t think ‘bout getting famous, keep that as the latter
Just enjoy yourself in rap and eventually you’ll get famous
Then you’ll bust through closed doors
Bro Kick, Sheamus
With all the bread you got, you get everything you want
Not acting like a real nigga, that’s what I lust
Getting money, getting famous
Yeah, being famous at last
Making songs all day with a friend rolling blunts
Well since music is my therapy
Maybe I’ll get that
Well since music is my remedy
I’ll continue making raps
Therapy in riding fast cars and writing fat cheques
[Outro]
Therapy in riding fast cars and writing fat cheques