the ends

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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
 
 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
 

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Key
4
Tempo
172 BPM

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