Vic Jones - My Ends lyrics

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Vic Jones - My Ends lyrics

[Intro: KayR] Haha Woo! Okay KayR And Tre Nyce. Let's do it [Hook: Tre Nyce & (KayR)] What you want, want What you need? If I ain't got it I can get it from the team You know you 'bout it, 'bout it So what it be? You wanna get down then you've got to pay a fee You know I'm bout my ends (work) My ends (work), My ends (work) My ends (work), My ends (work) My ends (work), My ends (work) And I don't see no end (work) No end (work), No end (work) No end (work), No end (work) No end (work), No end (work) You know I'm 'bout it [Verse 1: KayR] My ends and my means, boy. Drama Gang is my team, boy I'm working to realize my dr-dr-dr-dr-dreams, boy Money ain't the motive, I just got the pa**ion To rap and get to smashing other rappers in my path and I've got 'em real shook. Tre Nyce on the hook Northern lights in the sights, it's amazing take a look I want that skyline in my vision, so just give this a listen You missing and I'm whizzing past you with expert precision Vocation is to waste 'em on a beat cause I'm amazing Check the space and time and place. Tell me that I won't just blaze 'em Like a trail, boy. You looking pale, boy I give 'em bars, bars, bars, like a jail, boy. Hahaha [Hook] [Verse 2: KayR] Like I'm teaching 'bout vegetables, man, I'm schooling 'em on beats I'm a nympho to my notebook cause I'm always in the sheets But I leave the bed alone. No sleep for a youngin' Other rappers always aiming for the bucks like they huntin' But not me, man. I'm just clean, man Presidential on the screen. Call it C-SPAN This ain't a g-thang. It's just a me thang I ain't strapping guns but, listen homie, we bang On these beats with no protection wrecking up the intersection If lames in my lanes then dang I'm a have to make a connection With their vehicles then I'm rolling, cause I already told 'em I hope these other rappers have a thing for off-roading. Ha [Hook] [Verse 3: KayR] I'm 'bout the work and I'm bound to work to get every other rapper down in the dirt And I found the skirt and the blouse and shirt of your boyfriend, girl, that's bound to hurt And I'm sorry. I'll expose 'em like I gotta Rolling with my drama. They frozen with some trauma But I don't care, man. I'm just blaring on these speakers like bear and Prepared and have no fear and I want everybody staring As I drop it, like a subject I don't like You Mike and Ike up on the mic, so sweet but I won't bite You creeping on your bike? You just a little tyke Listen to the hook, you could say that's nice I said, you creeping on your bike? You just a little tyke, man Listen to the hook and you could say that's nice. Ugh [Hook]