the ends (Feat. Andre 3000)

2 AM 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 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 it press it press the issue We ain't sendin' shots we launchin' missiles Yeah Right up at your hood up north Checkin' Third Ward I'm goin' mental Fuckin' up my room I've been rackin' up incidentals Cookin' on a tune I've 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 Back seat back seat back seat back seat Driver run the miles up like I'm runnin' a track meet Track meet track meet track meet track meet Gotta watch my back now 'cause these niggas at me All black in a Benz when I pull up on ya They don't want to see me in the ends in the ends Let me catch you creeping here past 10 in the ends From a tribe of check-a-hoe like Indian Oh yeah oh yeah oh yeah Eh-hey To them I'm a big dick a cheque and some laughter Hahaha I guess it's all survival but please be careful uh I gave up on the Bible long time ago uh Oh I hope it ain't give up on me I don't know ha I came up in the town they were murderin' kids hmm And dumped 'em in the creek up from where I live Ayy Bodies bodies bodies sprinkled around Uh uh We runnin' through the sprinkler lookin' around Killer would show up with boxes of pizza uh And said he had a label recruitin' people Uh Put that on my grandma and everything yeah 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 Could've been me 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 wildin' out the Mo' now oh yeah Keep that 300 Z-Ro when I pull up on ya