Ends

Ok, Watch them birds fly south for the Winter (Winter)
 Reup (Rea)
 Sofa cushion money for the dinner
 Crank that heat up cos the winter's getting colder
 The globe is getting warmer
 The block is getting hotter
 Younguns sippin molly water
 Holla, Hallelujuh
 A little dab'll do ya
 Then gather dapper in the best
 A hoody fresh
 And full of
 Full is fully
 Blocking pistol
 Cocky gansta
 Walking white teeth
 Rockin goatee
 Option mouthpiece
 Talking white girl
 Hockey got the twos
 Who need a fix
 (You, you)
 This shit gon' roll or root ya
 You got two choices be the body or the shooter
 Both embody a maneuver
 (True, true)
 Has the ghetto mature?
 What they said was manure
 Now call it ghetto couture
 So it's best to make sure
 Ya hood is ghetto de jure
 Instagramming the guns
 Youtube the roach on the floor
 Fuck it
 Who is ready to die for it?
 The fame that you know is golden
 Your face on a t-shirt mean you won and the game is over
 Once upon a time
 Once upon a time there was a middle of a story
 But fuck it, they need some ends
 Shoot up in the air
 See where it come down
 See where it come down
 Don't look now
 Once upon a time
 Once upon a time there somebody in this story
 But fuck it, they need some ends
 Shoot it in the vein
 See if you come down
 See if you come down
 Don't look now
 (2)
 Calluses from counting money
 Get a machine
 They callus anyway
 Skin is a dream
 Skin of the teeth
 Skinning the beast is easy
 You sleeping on peoples skin if you really a G
 Murder for sport
 Watch the murder report
 On the tv with a scorecard and a forty of course
 Fantasy killer killing the time
 Till another reason to kill up
 Another dream come around in this rodeo show
 She ride like only a ho
 Could and these haters around you talking that bell biv devoe
 But if that pussy is poison then the whole block will be dead
 It end coz fucking is too personal
 You just getting some head
 Is nobody get in close
 Tongues
 Reach it the most
 They say the sticks and the stones shit
 They forgetting the toast
 Bullets hurt worse'er than all that
 If they tracing em all back
 To the same ones that say you keeping you safe
 And it's all bad
 Eyes closed
 Hands up
 Don't look and don't say nothing
 Yeah you getting got
 But they don't know that
 You ain't got nothing
 Broke robbing the broke
 And there's broken pieces of sanity on the floor
 Scattered for sure
 Jigsaw in the brain
 Rorschach is for psychos
 Ain't nobody crazy in here
 This where logic is vital
 The vitamin of environment
 Is providing desire for vicodin
 And fueling fire for violence
 Calling it whiling
 While they while away another
 The wild claim in profiles
 The files on all these hustlers
 And they can't catch what never was
 And everyone here been a ghost since day one
 Say something bitch say something
 Everyone's at a loss for words
 They wonder why the raps are full of floss and boss and murderers
 Cos killing shit is less painful then feeling shit
 And the dead can't be defendants
 Why live old without a pension
 Once upon a time
 Once upon a time there was a moral to a story
 But fuck it, they need some ends
 Scream it in the wind
 See who come around
 See who come around
 Don't look now
 Once upon a time
 Once upon a time there was an ending to this story
 But fuck it