Ends - Fukksailor, Papa Sleep

Seen you round my ends like why you stepping in the xen?

Break your pen in the ground you try to make amends but I ain’t your friend

You flexing a weapon outta your Benz

You testing my patience again

Face it you’re not making sense

Out for the dollars and cents

You need a ghostwriter

You a no lifer

You got greed so you just a dickrider

You ain’t a K9 you a shitshu

Stiff lines like the ones that you misuse

YOU CANT FLOW FOR SHIT

YOU A NOBODY

YOU A BITCH, I CAN TELL IT BY YOUR LOOK

I CAN READ ALL U FUCKERS LIKE A BOOK

I WILL LEAVE ALL U FUCKERS HELLA SHOOK (like that)

FUCKIN THIS BITCH WITH NO STICK

PUSSYBOY TRYNA HIT A LICK

POP 2 OXYS AND IM LIT

YOU GETTING SHIT ON

I DONT DO INTERNET BEEF

WE CAN THROW HANDS IN THE STREET

I BET YOUR MOM STILL HELPS YOU WITH THEM SHEETS

YOU PROBABLY CRY WHEN U GET STUNG BY A BEE

You have delusions of blowing up

All but illusions so grow the fuck up

Get your body dumped at the back of the truck

Tryna talk shit get your wig split

Sailor run a lick on your crib

You is a traitor to your own shit

You look like a hypocrite get your shit took you is irrelevant

You on some fuck shit like oedipus

Incest to the fast lane

You an insect to the rap game

Tryna just place the blame on every rapper so you get a claim to fame but I

don’t waste my fucking time on fakes (ay)

Pull out my heat cause they all want a taste

Roll out like roll up the rim we just come in first place while you still

playing catch up trash your fucking track it’s a wrap up

WHO DO U THINK YOU ARE?

RUN UP WITH THE AR

HEAVY BULLETS PENETRATE YOUR SCARS

I DONT GIVE A FUCK BOUT UR GAY ASS FUCKING BARS

RUN UP WITH THE GLOCK IN MY HAND

PUSSYBOY WANNA THROW HANDS YEAH