Euphoria ft. De Templar Lyrics

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 3s 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 hands is 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

Copy, copy, we can seal it

Shooting em' up, we can feel it

Shooting em' up, we can feel it

Killing the game like I'm Dan The Man

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, is 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