Meek Mill - The End lyrics

[Intro] Closing up shop and locking doors Turning up lost in some unknown Silence so mighty you go deaf Bombs are going off inside your chest [Verse 1] All my n***as real and All your n***as fake Yo' b**h she on me, got her wet like the lake I'm in New York just cooling eating steaks They all on my dick like rondo "Why you drop the rakes?" Cuz the Bricks is the jakes I'm riding with the 8, make one move six shells to your face b**h I'm first place, p**y boy you late I'm eating everything, a whole feast on my plate A lot of n***as hate, a lot of n***as snakes I saw you n***as shake when I pulled up in that May Spray you with that K, spray you with that K Because the K leave you erased have 'em gone outer space They took my bro L'A, They took my bro J-Money We on that sh**, having us flap like some zombies All you n***as funny, all you n***as bummy Put the nine to your tummy, let it chew you like your gummy I gotta eat I'm hungry I can't sleep I'm up Riding in the black truck, ready to f** sh** up All my n***as up, all your n***as down Tell them give me crown, becaue I don't f** around I gotta eat right now, I gotta eat right now Alot of n***as clowns, And I dont make a sound I just move myself around, away from the crowd The crowd get shot down, and I don't get shot down I do hits then leave town, I hit stains on pounds I don't party at lounge, I don't get drunk b**h I'm off the skunk b**h, I don't give a f** b**h I don't knuckle up b**h, You'll get shot quick See you on my block b**h, You will get shot quick, around my block b**h [Outro] R.I.P Pluto, R.I.P L'A Capone man R.I.P J-Money man, I miss you n***as, all my n***as man R.I.P D-Thang, R.I.P Baldy, R.I.P Odee, R.I.P Keita, R.I.P Moe R.I.P all of the motherf**ing guys Why they take the motherf**ing guys Now it's finna get f**ing live