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 making friends, we just making hobbies

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

Call up 50, tell 'em load up the lobby

Elevator up, no need to find me

Yeah, yeah

X-ray vision, see through you ****

Newspaper stand, we press the issue

We ain't sending shots, we launching missiles

Right up at your hood up north

Checking Third Ward, I'm going mental

Fucking up my room, I been racking up incidentals

Cooking on a tune, I been cheffing up instrumentals

Nothing else to do when you riding in the

When you riding in the, in the back of the back seat

Driver run the miles up like I'm running a track meet

Gotta watch my back now 'cause these **** at me

All black in a 'Benz when I pull up on you

They don't wanna see me in the ends

In the ends

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

From a tribe of check-a-ho like Indian

Oh, yeah, oh, yeah, oh, yeah

To them, I'm a big dick, a check and some laughter

I guess it's all survival, but please be careful

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 a town, they were murdering kids

And dumped them in the creek up from where I live

Bodies, bodies, bodies, sprinkled around

We running through the sprinkler, looking around

Killer would show up with boxes of pizza

And said he had a label, recruiting people

Put that on my grandma and everything, yeah

My homie said he told 'em his name was Wayne

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

But what a memory, it may need interludes

What's gon' patch up my inner tube?

So I could pop a wheelie and walk it, too

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

Yeah, in the ends, I'ma kick your door down

Oh, yeah, we keep wilding out the Mo' now

Oh, yeah, meet that 300 Z-Ro when I pull up on ya