The Ends

Album: Birds in the Trap Sing McKnight (2016)
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  • 2AM hollerin' outside
    Lookin' but I cannot find
    Don't you fall asleep this time
    I been all alone on a long way drive
    Only you can stand my mind
    Only you can fix inside
    So if I make it out tonight
    Let's make it a badass time

    Okay, I got it, copy
    20/20, but I can't see nobody
    One eye open, Illuminati
    This might be the verse that make 'em drop me
    Ain't makin' friends, we just makin' hobbies
    Know they want my girl, that was just a hobby
    Call her 50, tell 'em load up the lobby
    Elevate her up, no need to find me
    Yeah yeah
    X-ray vision, see through you niggas
    Newspaper stand, we press the issue
    We ain't sendin' shots, we launchin' missiles
    Right up at your hood and load
    Checkin' third ward, I'm goin' mental
    Fuckin' out my room, I been rackin' up incidentals
    Cookin' on a tune, I been cheffin' up instrumentals
    Nothin' else to do when you're ridin' in the
    When you ridin' in the, in the back of the back seat
    Driver run the miles like I'm runnin' a track meet
    Gotta watch my back now, cause these niggas at me
    All black in a Benz when I pull up on you

    They don't want to see me in the end
    In the end
    Let me catch you creepin', yeah that's dead, in the end
    From a chopper check a hoe like in the end
    Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah

    Today I'mma take a cheque and cancel left
    I guess it's all survival but please be careful
    I gave up on the Bible long time ago
    I hope they didn't give up on me, I don't know
    I came up in the town, they were murderin' kids
    And dumped them in the creek up from where I live
    Bodies, bodies, bodies sprinkled around
    We runnin' through the sprinkler looking around
    Killer would show up with boxes of pizza
    And said he had a label recruitin' people
    Put that on my grandma and everythin'
    My homie said he told 'em his name was Wayne
    It could've been me or could've been you too
    What a memory on me, no need to lose
    What's gon' scratch up my intertube
    So I could pop a wheelie and walk it too

    Oh yeah, the flame with the nappy fro now
    In the ends, I'mma kick your door down
    Oh yeah, we keep wildin' out the Mo' now
    Oh yeah, keep that 300 zero when I pull up on ya Writer/s: Anderson Hernandez, Andrew Benjamin, Ebony Oshunrinde, Jacques Webster, Jahmar Carter, Ozan Yildirim
    Publisher: BMG Rights Management, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group
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