Euphoria
Ok the companies said I should take my music
And rebrand it more for the people
But that's just like going to church with my opps
Finna find me shot up in a steeple
Like where the heat go
When the nights are cold
And the slaves are singing negro spirituals
Hitting them C-Notes
I ain't failing, been studying
Hitting them books
A brother been using them Z-Notes
Uno, Tres, Quatro, Cinco
Skipped the 2 cause I'm hitting them 3's bro
Ride in the coupe like a chariot homie
Cause I'm finna make the whip swing low
Came out the dirt with my people
These other brothers be using them cheat codes
But I disappeared, had your girl all concerned
Asking you "where did he go?"
Been gone for a while but I'm still me
See, I know who I am, who I will be
Might own a restaurant like Grillby
Read this other message said that brothers tryna kill me
But I don't think you can
Wanna come for the butter better have a plan
Cause I'll rise from the dead like the Son of Man
And come out the grave with a hunnid' bands
Feel like my answers are breaking
Going deeper in the music
All this time I was losing my way
Never knew how much I had to
Working this game with my hands too
Grow my fanbase, I just had to
Open their minds, I might breakthrough
2020 got me spaced, ooh
Looking around with my homie
Making this music, we catching the glory
I feel so happy inside
I think I died inside
Resurrected to my new design
Everybody look at me, I'm different
I like this girl but she ain't no different
Aye, yuh, she ain't no different
Do you really care about me
Do you really know about me
I feel so good when I'm easing
AJ Dougie gon' be easing
Making music, we just pleasing
Carbon copy, we conceal it
Shooting em' up, we can feel it
Shooting em' up, we can feel it
Killing the game like I'm Dan The Man
I get the paper like I'm Stan the Man
Shoutout to Crest, aye
Share the paper right with the fam
Cause the love really ain't a sham
They the best, aye
As I continue with my prose with my essay
Know I been down for the homies and the ese's
These raps is a gift, it's a blessing
You know a homie been passed, what my test say?
Uh, said I'll wake up
Then homie ima hit you with the shakeup
Lil boy you ain't ready for the pay cut
Nah, I ain't finna sweep, I'ma rake up
Like I said I ain't never been fake, uh
You been looking real lax, better shape up
When I'm done with my job
I'ma look up to God and he'll give me that taste of euphoria
And rebrand it more for the people
But that's just like going to church with my opps
Finna find me shot up in a steeple
Like where the heat go
When the nights are cold
And the slaves are singing negro spirituals
Hitting them C-Notes
I ain't failing, been studying
Hitting them books
A brother been using them Z-Notes
Uno, Tres, Quatro, Cinco
Skipped the 2 cause I'm hitting them 3's bro
Ride in the coupe like a chariot homie
Cause I'm finna make the whip swing low
Came out the dirt with my people
These other brothers be using them cheat codes
But I disappeared, had your girl all concerned
Asking you "where did he go?"
Been gone for a while but I'm still me
See, I know who I am, who I will be
Might own a restaurant like Grillby
Read this other message said that brothers tryna kill me
But I don't think you can
Wanna come for the butter better have a plan
Cause I'll rise from the dead like the Son of Man
And come out the grave with a hunnid' bands
Feel like my answers are breaking
Going deeper in the music
All this time I was losing my way
Never knew how much I had to
Working this game with my hands too
Grow my fanbase, I just had to
Open their minds, I might breakthrough
2020 got me spaced, ooh
Looking around with my homie
Making this music, we catching the glory
I feel so happy inside
I think I died inside
Resurrected to my new design
Everybody look at me, I'm different
I like this girl but she ain't no different
Aye, yuh, she ain't no different
Do you really care about me
Do you really know about me
I feel so good when I'm easing
AJ Dougie gon' be easing
Making music, we just pleasing
Carbon copy, we conceal it
Shooting em' up, we can feel it
Shooting em' up, we can feel it
Killing the game like I'm Dan The Man
I get the paper like I'm Stan the Man
Shoutout to Crest, aye
Share the paper right with the fam
Cause the love really ain't a sham
They the best, aye
As I continue with my prose with my essay
Know I been down for the homies and the ese's
These raps is a gift, it's a blessing
You know a homie been passed, what my test say?
Uh, said I'll wake up
Then homie ima hit you with the shakeup
Lil boy you ain't ready for the pay cut
Nah, I ain't finna sweep, I'ma rake up
Like I said I ain't never been fake, uh
You been looking real lax, better shape up
When I'm done with my job
I'ma look up to God and he'll give me that taste of euphoria
Credits
Writer(s): Munashe Furusa
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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