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