The Ends (Demo)

[Verse 1: Travis Scott]

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

No, that weren'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 niggas

Newspaper stand, we press the issue

We ain't sendin' shots, we launchin' missiles

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

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

[Chorus: Travis Scott]

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

[Verse 2: Travis Scott]

Oh yeah, oh yeah

Oh yeah, I'm a dog with the dog pound

Oh yeah, La Flame checkin' in with the heat now

Oh yeah, havin' to eat now

Oh yeah, you went Whiteside on the rebound

Oh yeah, oh yeah

Oh yeah, running through the 713 with the check

Our necks iced out got a whole lotta bet, yeah

Hit it from the don whole lotta young respect

Oh yeah, copping hella dome on my jet

Oh yeah, god dammit got a whole new collect

Yeah, yeah, I've been sipping got my home in a wreck

Oh yeah, I'ma do the deal now

In the ends we might come and kick the door down

Oh yeah, when I follow through you oh now

Oh yeah, she gon' hit the damn C note when I pull up on you