the ends

Two AM 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 up north 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 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 end In the end Let me catch you creepin', here past ten, in the ends From a tribe of check-a-hoe like Indian Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah To them I'm a big dick, a cheque and some laughter (hey!) I guess it's all survival but please be careful, uh I gave up on the Bible long time ago 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 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, it could've been you too But what a memory in me, it may need interludes What's gon' patch up my inner tube So I could pop a wheelie and walk it too Oh yeah, the flame with the nappy fro now In the ends, I'ma kick your door down Oh yeah, we keep wildin' out the Mo' now (Oh, yeah) keep that 300 Z-Ro when I pull up on ya --- The Ends - Travis Scott and André 3000