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All Saints - Therapeutic Lyrics

Therapeutic Lyrics[Chorus: Ralfy the Plug]
I don't know 'bout y'all, but gettin' money therapeutic
The truth is the truth, and Jesus wasn't worryin' 'bout Judas
He ballin' in the Metaverse, it's all an illusion
His only money on the 'Gram, he tryna confuse you
I don't know 'bout y'all, but gettin' money therapeutic
The truth is the truth, and Jesus wasn't worryin' 'bout Judas
He ballin' in the Metaverse, it's all an illusion
His only money on the 'Gram, he tryna confuse you

[Verse 1: Ralfy the Plug]
He show money his highlights 'cause he ain't used to dough
Gettin' money so regular, that's the usual
Compete with me, you gon' need like two or more
Fans see me in public and say, "You a GOAT"
"You got that stick on you, Ralfy?" Nigga, I hoop with pole
It'd be Ralfy for president if the youth can vote
You want some money? I got the blueprint for you
She play my songs, she cut on the Bluetooth for you
Found some bands in the house like I'm Cory
He don't want no money, he better off finding Dory
Niggas don't mind livin' with they mama 'til they forty
You broke 'cause you lazy, I don't wanna hear your stories, the Plug

[Chorus: Ralfy the Plug]
I don't know about y'all, but gettin' money therapeutic
The truth is the truth, and Jesus wasn't worryin' 'bout Judas
He ballin' in the Metaverse, it's all an illusion
His only money on the 'Gram, he tryna confuse you
I don't know 'bout y'all, but gettin' money therapeutic
The truth is the truth, and Jesus wasn't worryin' 'bout Judas
He ballin' in the Metaverse, it's all an illusion
His only money on the 'Gram, he tryna confuse you

[Verse 2: Dody6]
He ain't never seen no whole hundred thousand in real life (Uh-uh)
You ain't never had to hit that county jail playin' with knives (No)
Been jumpin' out on scenes with this wand doin' abracadabra (Uh-huh)
A lot of niggas Dexter's aftermath, it's tragically bad
All I want is bags, shit palenium, I play for [?]
I sold broccoli on the sides, big Brussels if your bag muscle
I ain't tryna tussle, I got blowers for your bitch ass
No, I cannot hit no lick with dude, he might snitch
Ayy, I'm a tiny loaf, bitch, I had squabbles with the big homie
I hate a lame nigga, always talkin' 'bout he gon' get on me
They tried to put me down, I turned around and I got rich on 'em
He tried to put me down, he turned around, I fucked his bitch on him

[Chorus: Ralfy the Plug]
I don't know about y'all, but gettin' money therapeutic
The truth is the truth, and Jesus wasn't worryin' 'bout Judas
He ballin' in the Metaverse, it's all an illusion
His only money on the 'Gram, he tryna confuse you
I don't know 'bout y'all, but gettin' money therapeutic
The truth is the truth, and Jesus wasn't worryin' 'bout Judas
He ballin' in the Metaverse, it's all an illusion
His only money on the 'Gram, he tryna confuse you