Epic Records - ​the ends lyrics

[Intro: Travis Scott] 2AM howlin' outside Lookin' 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 makin' friends, we just makin' hobbies No, that wasn'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 n***as 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 f**in' up my room, I've been rackin' up incidentals Cookin' on a tune, I 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 n***as at me All black in a Benz when I pull up on you [Hook: 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 the tribe called check-a-hoe like Indian Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah [Verse 2: André 3000] Eh, 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 murderin' kids And dumped them in the creek up from where I live Bodies, bodies, bodies sprinkled around We runnin' through the sprinkler lookin' around k**er would show up with boxes of pizza And said he had a label recruitin' people Put that on my grandma and everythin' 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 inner tube 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 wildin' out the Mo' now Oh yeah, keep that 300 zero when I pull up on ya