The Ends

I'm strolling down the street

I'm just trying to fucking eat

Yeah, I'm strolling down the street

I'm just trying to fucking eat

Tell my lover I'm impatient

Kick the desk between the vinyl, so you play it

And I ain't pulling out, 'cause pussy made me famous

And I'm the sweetest guy but trying to see you naked

And we the goofiest and loving you is basic

I transform and be the greatest rapper baby

And broken bottles, all this money that you making

Pop goes the weasel

How now, brown cow, my weapons all illegal

I feel so lonely, I'm so sad, sad, smoking faces

I feel so scrawny and so bony, I ain't eating bacon

And all these rappers say they know me but I'm feeling hated

And when I'm down I'm finna fly to where the grass Jamaican

And we can be some masons and we can study greatness

I bet the afro is black and panthers shall awaken

And when this evidence is evident, I never shake it

I took this brand new phone and I deleted faces

I don't believe in Satan

The crucifix is painted

Yo spit this shit J

Let them know what they be missing

Alright, say nothin'

But I mean, really let them know what they be missing, ****

Since '04, we been doing this shit, a little young, ****

My boy I'm dipping through the ends, ****, hit me up 'round 10

I got a ting, she's ping and I think she's got a friend

Now I'm dipping through the streets, ****, trying to flip a key

Them **** off of B, man, how they sleeping on the pen

I got dumped by my ex and I ain't trying to make amends

Being single makes some sense

We in the igloo and we listenin' to Rej

All this snow got these bitches on the edge

I said them **** isn't me, I told her I can barely breathe

When I'm sketching over canvas, make the messiest of sheets

I feel like Ethiopian, I feel like I am king