🔹 [INTRO – Whispered over ominous guitar plucks] (Moody Loe, calm but cold) “She said I need therapy… I told her I already got one… And it don’t talk back.” (safety click sound → bass drop) ⸻ 🔹 [HOOK – Low, steady melody with echo on last words] I don’t talk to no therapist, I just talk to my Glock It don’t cry, it don’t fold, it just sit in the sock I tell it all my pain — it respond with a pop In a world full of lies, it the only thing I got I don’t vent to no priest, I don’t write in no book I don’t cry in the rain, I just load then I look She want me to open up — but I’m too stitched in I told her, “If I die, baby, don’t check in — check in with him.” ⸻ 🔹 [VERSE 1 – Melodic-rap cadence, crisp delivery] I seen homies turn ghost, I seen love turn to ops I seen peace in a woman, then it vanish with the cops I been holdin’ on to rage like it’s rent past due I sleep with my demons, they let me vent too I said “I’m good,” but I ain’t never mean that I smile in the pic, but I’m clutchin’ where the beam at My Glock ain’t judge me, my Glock just squeeze I gave it all my secrets, it don’t ever leave Therapist askin’ “what hurt you most?” I said, “Losing folks who breathed the same smoke.” Streets taught me therapy is silence or death So I talk to the thing I keep under my vest ⸻ 🔹 [HOOK – Repeat, slight vocal lift] I don’t talk to no therapist, I just talk to my Glock It don’t cry, it don’t fold, it just sit in the sock I tell it all my pain — it respond with a pop In a world full of lies, it the only thing I got I don’t vent to no priest, I don’t write in no book I don’t cry in the rain, I just load then I look She want me to open up — but I’m too stitched in I told her, “If I die, baby, don’t check in — check in with him.” ⸻ 🔹 [VERSE 2 – Lower tone, more introspective] My heart got a drumline, safety off in my chest I still grip it in my sleep, like it’s how I rest You say love heals — I think love blinds That’s why I trust somethin’ that don’t change sides No trigger warning — just a warning on the trigger Pull it back slow, let the anger get bigger You pray for me, I pray I don’t miss ‘Cause in this life, second chances don’t exist My Glock ain’t fake, my Glock don’t lie My Glock keep me safe when the angels too shy It don’t care who I was, just who I protect And I protect me — with no regrets ⸻ 🔹 [BRIDGE – Spoken over reverb-heavy 808s] I told her, “Don’t fix me, just miss me if I go” She want love… I want revenge I can’t show The safest I feel is when it’s tucked in my coat That’s pain… and paranoia… all in one note ⸻ 🔹 [FINAL HOOK – Stronger backing harmonies] I don’t talk to no therapist, I just talk to my Glock It don’t cry, it don’t fold, it just sit in the sock I tell it all my pain — it respond with a pop In a world full of lies, it the only thing I got I don’t vent to no priest, I don’t write in no book I don’t cry in the rain, I just load then I look She want me to open up — but I’m too stitched in I told

“Talk To My Glock”