yNBlackmusic - Eccedentesiast Lyrics

Sometimes I get depressed
Am thinking smoke this thoughts away
Only one gal she stole my feelings
Still regret dah shit happened
Too many stars in my ceiling am thinking living outta space
And wen ur niqqa pass u weed watch en every step
Grew up in dem worse conditions ain't no niqqa stopping me
And wen I mke my first million
Me and mama on a shopping spree
Check de streets and u gone see we unemployed wit all degree
Check de streets and u gone see millionaires wit no degrees

We hve been down for so so long our thoughts is our disease
I just wanna leave this earth
Too many reliance on these trees
She a thottie am just horny I Let her go wit ease
I just wanna live my life am chasing freedom wit no peace
Daydreaming on these days I get dem ices Still don't freeze
Visualizing all these days you on the gram to check my steeze
We like harden wit these guns f*ck up den we squeeze
Fake some smiles fall in love talk some shit and den regret
Tryna tell myself am happy Buh deep down am really hurt
Always tryna be a savage Buh I finna hurt myself
All these niqqaz chasing clout am in dis game to feed my fam
Put my thoughts into this song am tryna free my mind again
How de f*ck I doubt myself am probably paranoid again
If I ever fall in love again she will probably take me to de bank
We hve been broke for so so long and still we fighting poverty
On my toes never give up will this struggle ever pay
Losing hope in never give up can not wait for better days
Will I ever make it out and take my mama out wit me
Young kings dying young will I live to see me win
Daddy left my side by 7 I was mannin up from there

Miss the bond I lost wit broski
We should build dah bond again
If I ever say I love den I said it in a joke
If I ever make it out
Am taking broski out wit me
Gud at hiding pain a lot so am smiling all de time
All these loses made me savage buh damn it's hurting
Young broke fake and dumb
Chasing cash you know the deal
Chasing dreams in Foreign wheels
Getting hurt and popping pills
If we get hit den we gon blast back
Keep ur praise Don't get me gassed up
Percocet wen I get sad pop my pain and smile again
Lose and lose and finally win am turning dis to farmers league

Am de brightest out de hood am on dis grind till 62
Wit de gang we move in 2s on de road no time to snooze
Win and win we in a loop
Made a lot of opposition so dey hate to see me vrom
All my niqqaz sober talkin am de highest in de room
Check de team am de only quarterback
If I make mke it out am cutting back 4 for de niqqaz down below to get a feel of wat am feeling some