4 Walls

I said fuck a therapist

Probably because I’m arrogant

One too many wild thoughts

Sleepin’ on that air bed

Steer me in the right path

Suck me like an Airhead

Looking at these four walls

Writing until my fingers dead

You a rap critic I don’t like you

If the gang see you they gon’ fight you

Tell me what it is I don’t like clues

Imma act up like I’m Terry Cruz

I confess when I want to

I can count checks if I want to

Could’ve fucked my ex

But that’s bad news

Solid as a rock I just stick and move

I confess when I want to

I can count checks if I want to

Could’ve fucked my ex

But that’s bad news

Solid as a rock I just stick and move

I confess when I want to

I can count checks if I want to

Could’ve fucked my ex

But that’s bad news

Solid as a rock I just stick and move

I’m banking on good health

I’m thinking for myself

I left my ego sitting in the room on the shelf

I can confess if want to

I can count checks if I want to

Could’ve fucked my ex

But that’s bad news

Solid as a rock I just stick and move