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ecmd feeky - from the other side lyrics

[intro]
yeah, camden
ecmd feek
east side, this real sh+t, look

[verse 1]
bebe died
obie died
tray died
pop died
gunner died
all these deaths got me numb inside
how you cope with that, knowing that you might be next
the city got your blood pressure vexed, and you stressed
cost of living is high
baby mom putting you through it, it’s too much
sh+t on your mind, so you sh+t on the grind like ibs
child support collect and you still gotta pay rent
so you play the bench
nickel turned tray bags and dimes for seven
low ball the competition
now you got opposition
baby need to eat and you ain’t got a pot to p+ss in
what would you do if you was in my position?
old heads give you game, you better listen
neighbors give you ‘caine, you better flip it
there’s a difference, my path was written in my composition
water, ice, baking soda, ciroc
vodka product pyrex in ‘ya kitchen
now you whip it
counterclockwise, watch the bubbles rise
powder drop to the bottom, oils separate
the fumes got you in tuned, the smoke levitate
powder crystalize, i visualize the illest lies
we all fiends for something
addiction bumping
the game a sick b+tch and money got the cream coming

[verse 2]
look
chucky died
mozzy died
ed died
most my homies doing fed time
man they never getting out
it’s a shame, i wish they took a different route
i’m writing letters to my loved ones bound in fetters
songbirds from the same feather
as long as kites fly back and forth, i won’t forget ‘ya
a beautiful mind, paint a picture
like q+tip when he played his prison song
just keep your mind strong
don’t break and you could live long
ask tookie, redemption don’t always right our wrongs
yeah

[refrain 4x]
bebe died
obie died
tray died, ungh

[chorus]
bebe died
obie died
tray died
pop died
gunner died
all these deaths got me numb inside
how you cope with that, knowing that you might be next
the city got your blood pressure vexed, and you stressed
cost of living is high
baby mom putting you through it, it’s too much
sh+t on your mind, so you sh+t on the grind like ibs
[verse 3]
bebe died
obie died
tray died
pop died
gunner died
all these deaths got me numb inside
how you cope with that, knowing that you might be next
the city got your blood pressure vexed, and you stressed
cost of living is high
baby mom putting you through it, it’s too much
sh+t on your mind, so you sh+t on the grind like ibs
child support collect and you still gotta pay rent
so you play the bench
nickel turned tray bags and dimes for seven
low ball the competition
now you got opposition
baby need to eat and you ain’t got a pot to p+ss in
what would you do if you was in my position?
old heads give you game, you better listen
neighbors give you ‘caine, you better flip it
there’s a difference, my path was written in my composition
water, ice, baking soda, ciroc
vodka product pyrex in ‘ya kitchen
now you whip it
counterclockwise, watch the bubbles rise
powder drop to the bottom, oils separate
the fumes got you in tuned, the smoke levitate
powder crystalize, i visualize the illest lies
we all fiends for something
addiction bumping
the game a sick b+tch and money got the cream coming
[verse 4]
look
chucky died
mozzy died
ed died
most my homies doing fed time
man they never getting out
it’s a shame, i wish they took a different route
i’m writing letters to my loved ones bound in fetters
songbirds from the same feather
as long as kites fly back and forth, i won’t forget ‘ya
a beautiful mind, paint a picture
like q+tip when he played his prison song
just keep your mind strong
don’t break and you could live long
ask tookie, redemption don’t always right our wrongs
yeah

[refrain 4x]
bebe died
obie died
tray died, ungh

- ecmd feeky lyrics

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