Rejjie Snow - The Ends lyrics

[Verse 1: Rejjie Snow] I’m strolling down the street (I’m strolling down the street) I’m just tryna f**ing eat (I’m just tryna f**ing eat) Yeah, I’m strolling down the street (I said I’m strolling down the street) Yeah, I’m just tryna f**ing eat (I’m just tryna f**ing eat) (Shut the f** up, shut the f** up) Tell my lover I’m inpatient (I’m impatient) Kick the desk between the vinyl so you play it (so you play it) And I ain’t pulling out cus p**y made me famous (it really did) And I’m the sweetest guy but tryna see you naked (tryna see you) And we the goofiest, and loving you is basic (so basic) I transform and be the greatest rapper, baby (I be the God) And broken bottles, all this money that you making Pop goes the weasel (Pop) How now, brown cow? My weapons all illegal (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 finna fly to where the gra** Jamaican And we can be some Masons, and we can study greatness I bet the afro is black and the Panthers shall awaken And when the evidence is evident I never shake it I took this brand new phone, and I deleted faces I don’t believe in Satan (I don’t) The crucifix is painted (it is) [Break: Rejjie Snow & Jesse James Solomon] Yo spit this sh** J, let them know what they be missin’ Aight, say nuttin’ But I mean really let them know what they be missin’ (laugh) Since ’04 we be doing this sh**, n***a Trust [Verse 2: Jesse James Solomon] My boy I’m dipping through the ends, n***a, hit me up round 10 I got a ting, she’s peng and I think she got a friend Now I’m dippin through the streets, n***a, tryna flip a key Them n***as off of B, how they sleeping on the pen? I got dumped by my ex and I ain’t tryna make amends Being single makes no sense We in the igloo and we listenin to Rej All the snow got these b**hes on the edge [Outro: Rejjie Snow] I said them n***as isn’t me, I told her I can barely breathe When I’m sketching over campus, make the messiest of sheets I feel like Ethiopian, I feel like I am king