Ends - clipping.

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 foolies bully-blockin, pistol-cockin, gansta-walkin

White tee-rockin, gold teeth option, mouthpiece-talkin, White Girl-hawkin

Got the tools, who need a fix

(You? You?)

This shit gon' roto-root ya

You got two choices be the body or the shooter

Both embody a maneuver

(True, true)

Has the ghetto matured?

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 was 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

Calluses from counting money

Get a machine

They callous 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

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

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 than 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 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

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