ACR - The End lyrics

[Verse 1] You can see that I been unique with the craft The day I fall off is when the sun turns black Or when my midterms pa**, you never heard a sicker rap From a kid thats; not black, 17, and fat Not a douchebag though Or some rude a**hole. I got a sick rad flow Don't claim to have sh** I don't or stack mad dough So I wanna know, why in the f** you so mad fo? I don't know if what I'm sayins coming from Drew If its a lie, if its true, I'm just hella confused If I could step in the stu and just pocket some loot I would never cause, f** evil money is the root Let's see how you react To a different kind of track, thats influenced by trap I'm just bridging the gap while you're inching it back Cause you claim the word sick but youre spitting sh** wack [Bridge] (Graffik) And I don't know if I been out the house enough to know for certain now.. But believe me, I'm tryna work it out.. I ain't I ever swore on what I learned awhile.. Well really there's no concerning now I never thought I earned a crown But ever since I earthed a crowd I been riding with a snake, and his name we gon forget.. [Hook] (Graffik) Never cross up my pen I've been God since I've been In this lost cause, losing me and it's the end If you haven't seen the plans.. But we been looking out [Verse 2] I've been thinking I'm the bomb for plenty of days Sitting back, laughing, counting up all of my plays And I'm getting more praise, rap is not just a phase But a means of survival in plenty of ways We're just blinded, and the fact is No matter how you stack it, we're all spitting wack sh** All cause we're tryna' get a mother f**in' rack in Makin' f**in' racket and kids just gotta have it.. Now I just fell for the plot Now I'm feedin in with all the f**in' lyrics I jot Actin' like it doesn't matter if you like it or not But if nobody liked it, every rapper woulda' stopped.. You can all expect the truth from me Bones of sh**ty rappers on my knuckels like j**lery Tell me I'm an entity, its nothing f**ing new to me Rap and me got chemestry abd this is how its 'spose to be [Hook] (Graffik) Never cross up my pen I've been god since I've been In this lost cause, losing me and it's the end If you haven't seen the plans.. [Verse 3] I got a birds eye view on these two guys who Wanna talk sh**, thinking that their words shine through When their claims aren't true. The facts are few Got a stack in the back where I put 'em, like you Just to be f**in' honest You really don't wanna be a f**in target An MC wants to test me? b**h please It ain't hard for me to f**in' rip apart a beat I just finished four f**in' songs this week And you still want more like a motherf**in strip tease You got like, half of my sk** You should not be tryina' rap for real But that's just me gettin humble To any hater rapper, yeah I'm ready to rumble You're all my prey, and I'm the beast of the jungle You want a f**in hard track? There is my rebu*tle [Outro] (Graffik) This ain't no life for you.. I would've died for you Everything I ever owned, you ask for my pistol So I vibe with you.. k** some time with you.. What was I to do? Outta my mind with you.. What did I get into.. Bye sender.. Imma cruse.. Spent the night witchu.. Talkin' 'bout my ?? I'm talkin' 'bout dialin you.. You ever thought of dyin' too? Well I'mma sit and cry with you..