the ends

2 a.m. howlin' outside

Lookin' but I cannot find

Don't you fall asleep this time

I been 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 (yeah)

No that wasn't my girl, that was just a hobby (yeah)

Call up 50, tell 'em load up the lobby

Elevator up, no need to find me

Yeah, yeah

X-ray vision, see through you niggas

Newspaper stand, we press the issue (press the issue)

We ain't sendin' shots, we launchin' missiles (yeah)

Right up at your hood and load

Checkin' Third Ward, I'm goin' mental

Fuckin' up my room, I've 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 up 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 ends, in the ends

Let me catch you creeping here past ten, in the ends

From the tribe called check-a-ho like Indian

Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah

Today I'ma 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, uh

I hope it ain'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 lookin' around

Killer would show up with boxes of pizza

And said he had a label recruitin' people (uh)

Put that on my grandma and everythin', yeah

My homie said he told 'em his name was Wayne

It could've been me or could've been you too

What a memory in me, needing to lose (could have been me)

What's gon' patch up my intertube

So I could pop a wheelie and walk it too

Oh yeah, La Flame with the nappy fro' now, yeah

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