(Intro – Travis Scott) 2AM hollering outside Looking 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 bada** time (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 making friends, we just making hobbies No that wasn’t my girl, that was just a hobby Call her 50, tell em load up the lobby Elevator up, no need to find me Yeah, yeah X-ray vision, see through you ni**as Newspaper stand, we press the issue We ain’t sending shots, we launching missiles Right up at your hood and load Checking Third Ward, I’m going mental F**king out my room, I’ve been racking up incidentals Cooking on a tune, I been cheffing up instrumentals Nothing else to do when you’re riding in the When you riding in the, in the back of the back seat Driver run the miles up like I’m running a track meet Gotta watch my back now, cause these ni**as 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, yeah, if I was dead, in the ends From the tribe of check-a-hoe like Indian Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah (Verse 2 – Andre 3000) Today I’mma take a cheque and cancel left I guess it’s all survival but please be careful I gave up on the Bible long time ago I hope it ain’t give up on me, I don’t know I came up in the town, they were murdering kids And dumped them in the creek up from where I live Bodies, bodies, bodies sprinkled around We running through the sprinkler looking around k**er would show up with boxes of pizza And said he had a label recruiting people Put that on my grandma and everything My homie said he told em his name was Wayne It could’ve been me or could’ve been you too What a memory in me, needing to lose What’s gon patch up my intertube So I could pop a wheelie and walk it too (Outro – Travis Scott) Oh yeah, La Flame with the nappy fro now In the ends, I’mma kick your door down Oh yeah, we keep wilding out the Mo now Oh yeah, keep that 300 zero when I pull up on ya