| Depression is so real | 
| Watered down windows | 
| And I can’t see where that light shine | 
| 'Cause I’m so caught in what I know | 
| They don’t see the shit that I see | 
| They don’t feel the things that I feel | 
| The be cappin' for they ig | 
| And they swear to God they so real | 
| You know fuck 'bout how they pay me | 
| Long as my sons know whom I is | 
| Nut about it, 'notha one kill | 
| I’m saw your paranoid, your brain chills | 
| And I’m dead, president’s brain pills on me, you no good | 
| Like why the fuck should I go back to my own hood? | 
| Yo conversation ain’t good | 
| My pain be rainin' down my fac just like Floyd | 
| At the club that night they touch I blood | 
| Rlocate to Utah I should | 
| Four inches go out to payroll, rock | 
| I’ma put the GT up in four throttle | 
| Took her wrist and put the cardio at raw | 
| Double bag Hermes all up inside of it | 
| Bam got the band on the one and sidin' | 
| Shoot 200, nigga, better hunnid thousand | 
| Leave that nigga livin', kill the ones 'round me | 
| Back again once the night’s fallin' | 
| I said yeah | 
| It’s a scheme after a dream he be callin' | 
| My brother playin' then I’m all in | 
| I don’t know them then, I ain’t talkin' | 
| We gon' stalk 'em all damn mornin' | 
| When the dogs out we gon' off him | 
| They gon' bring me down 'til I’m down in jail | 
| Don’t be waterin' if you still in depression | 
| [Chorus: YoungBoy Never Broke Again & | 
| French Montana | 
| Depression is so real | 
| Watered down windows | 
| And I can’t see where that light shine | 
| 'Cause I’m so caught in what I know (Woo) | 
| Depression is so real | 
| I’m in the watered down windows | 
| (Skrrt) | 
| And I can’t see where that light shine | 
| I just know what I know | 
| Hah | 
| Pull up with the windows tinted with the | 
| Spin it, ain’t nothin' off limit, we gon' slide | 
| Amy Whinehouse fade to black, made millies off the trap | 
| Knock your head of the map, when we fire (Woo) | 
| Price of fame ain’t cheaper than your thoughts | 
| It put demons in they hearts | 
| You can’t even turn to people | 
| 'Cause hurt people hurt people | 
| I be swervin' off the drink | 
| I be movin' off the like I’m Flint | 
| I be dryin' off the ink | 
| When we hop out niggas faint | 
| Lord, I light yo ass up 'til you get on fire (B-B-B-Bye) | 
| Where there’s smoke there’s fire (Montana) | 
| Depression is so real | 
| Watered down windows | 
| And I can’t see where that light shine | 
| 'Cause I’m so caught in what I know |