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Ecstatic
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Hip-Hop/Rap
Ecstatic was released on 3 July 2026 by Glass Window Entertainment/Motown Records as a part of the album S.K.A.T.E.
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Rylo Rodriguez
Rylo Rodriguez
Rap
T-Rob Beatz
T-Rob Beatz
Programming
Keyman
Keyman
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Ryan Adams
Ryan Adams
Songwriter
Turner E. Roberts
Turner E. Roberts
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
T-Rob Beatz
T-Rob Beatz
Producer
Keyman
Keyman
Producer, Recording Engineer
Thomas “Tillie” Mann
Mixing Engineer
DJ Ryno
DJ Ryno
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

One way in, one way out, this shit a death trap
I'm running with me, who catch a body, f- a real b-
Had killers behind me, who started hating, I took a step back
Let them **** get in front of me
How you say you need to pay, and you want that, they're tryna help me
Got **** on your team hating, but they still tell you all the love
Got a skirt, I made a mistake and put my earrings in the dope cup
Take it to my life, I blew on the ring and I really care
I know you a f- bro but I ain't gon' mention that to you, I'm player
I bet you were violent fault and that's my fault ****, you were a good lad
Broke behind the walls, can't buy a phone, I ain't readin' this mail
Suicide thoughts, we hitting strong, who else needin' a prayer?
I be wanting to take care of her so bad but I know I can't
I be wanting to stop seeing her, but every day I go by, I want to faint
And you need to keep tempting me to go and catch a body
I had just taught the bull mouth before they killed him in the project
So much weight up on my shoulders, ****, I love hitting the dollar
You d- riding, got every dollar you holding in your pocket
That's how I'm feeling
On the road to which I pull out phone and they wanna get in
Thought I said we'll commit suicide if he ain't got no kids
But he ain't got no friends
Where you call the fire? You don't leave stacks no more than jeans
Momma still in that same house with her friend that died in a den
Fight so hard they bought one of these and host that down to make them good
One way in, one way out, this shit a death trap
I'm running with me, who catch a body, f- a real b
Had killers behind me, who started hating, I took a step back
Let them **** get in front of me
How you say you need to pay, and you want that, they're tryna help me
Got **** on your team hating, but they still tell you all the love
Got a skirt, I made a mistake and put my earrings in the dope cup
Take it to my life, I blew on the ring and I really care
I know you a f- bro but I ain't gon' mention that to you, I'm player
20 years in the sand, don't feel that forget the man
20 years in the cell, you do two if you ten
Hope I wreck that, I know a **** who toast still in the jail
Don't cut that b- **** time short, he ain't got no line
I hear them say shit until my brother died inside the strip club
He come off PC, I seen the inmate throwing stickers
Streets like a gym, we on the cap, but you ain't built for us
That's what I'm trying to f-, you on the way that cops live for us
Lifestyle, we live and come with death, just know I'm here for us
Face-time with Big Time hoping he'll stay free, I turned G-Shock to a roll up to a new AP, how we see?
One way in, one way out, this shit a death trap
I'm running with me, who catch a body, f- a real b
Had killers behind me, who started hating, I took a step back
Let them **** get in front of me
How you say you need to pay, and you want that, they're tryna help me
Got **** on your team hating, but they still tell you all the love
Got a skirt, I made a mistake and put my earrings in the dope cup
Take it to my life, I blew on the ring and I really care
I know you f- broke, but I don't mention that to you, I'm fair
She so f- up, my **** died, I had to f- her, I ain't even cry
I was going to tell him I love him or some more, **** some money you can throw on some bottle
I had to turn myself in and my plan
I couldn't die and let him be buried in one or baby what do I know
I was just trying to feed him, on the road with that poor ass, found a man wanted to get him
I said what can make suicide a thing, he ain't got no kids, he ain't got no friends
They can shoot his momma's house up
Now she want him no more
Plus he ain't going to school
Have the window dry, buy a walk up
No matter what you show, I guess you hit your goal
Written by: Ryan Adams, Turner E. Roberts
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