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*ggas real and All your n*ggas fake
Yo' b*tch she on me, got her wet like the lake
I'm in New York just cooling eating steaks
They all on my di*k 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*tch I'm first place, pus*y boy you late
I'm eating everything, a whole feast on my plate
A lot of n*ggas hate, a lot of n*ggas snakes
I saw you n*ggas 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*t, having us flap like some zombies
All you n*ggas funny, all you n*ggas 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*ck sh*t up
All my n*ggas up, all your n*ggas down
Tell them give me crown, becaue I don't f*ck around
I gotta eat right now, I gotta eat right now
Alot of n*ggas 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*tch
I'm off the skunk b*tch, I don't give a f*ck b*tch
I don't knuckle up b*tch, You'll get shot quick
See you on my block b*tch, You will get shot quick, around my block b*tch
[Outro]
f*ck 12
R.I.P Pluto, R.I.P L'A Capone man
R.I.P J-Money man, I miss you n*ggas, all my n*ggas 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*cking guys, squad!
Why they take the motherf*cking guys
Now it's finna get f*cking live