​the ends - Travis Scott ft. André 3000

2 a.m., howlin' outside

Lookin', but I cannot find

Don't you fall asleep this time

I been on a long way drive

Only you can stand my mind

Only you can fix inside

So if I make it out tonight

Let's make it a badass time

Okay, I got it, copy

20/20 but I can't see nobody

One eye open, Illuminati

This might be the verse that make 'em drop me

Ain't makin' friends, we just makin' hobbies (Yeah)

No, that wasn't my girl, that was just a hobby (Yeah, yeah)

Call up 50, tell 'em load up the lobby

Elevator up, no need to find me, yeah, yeah

X-ray vision, see through you niggas

Newspaper stand, we press the issue (Press it, press it, press the issue)

We ain't sendin' shots, we launchin' missiles (Yeah, right up at your hood up north)

Checkin' Third Ward, I'm goin' mental

Fuckin' up my room, I've been rackin' up incidentals

Cookin' on a tune, I've been cheffin' up instrumentals

Nothin' else to do when you're ridin' in the

When you ridin' in the, in the back of the back seat (Back seat, back seat, back seat, back seat)

Driver run the miles up like I'm runnin' a track meet (Track meet, track meet, track meet, track meet)

Gotta watch my back now, 'cause these niggas at me

All black in a Benz when I pull up on ya

They don't want to see me in the ends, in the ends

Let me catch you creeping here past 10, in the ends

From a tribe of check-a-hoe like Indian

Oh, yeah, oh, yeah, oh, yeah (Eh-hey)

To them I'm a big dick, a cheque and some laughter (Ha-ha-ha)

I guess it's all survival but please be careful, uh

I gave up on the Bible long time ago, uh

Oh, I hope it ain't give up on me, I don't know, ha

I came up in the town, they were murderin' kids, hmm

And dumped 'em in the creek up from where I live (Ay-ay-ay)

Bodies, bodies, bodies sprinkled around (Uh, uh)

We runnin' through the sprinkler lookin' around

Killer would show up with boxes of pizza, uh

And said he had a label recruitin' people (Uh-uh-uh)

Put that on my grandma and everything, yeah

My homie said he told 'em his name was Wayne

It could've been me or could've been you too

But what a memory, it may need interludes (Could've been me)

What's gon' patch up my inner tube

So I could pop a wheelie and walk it too

Oh yeah, La Flame with the nappy fro' now, yeah

In the ends, I'ma kick your door down, oh yeah

We keep wildin' out the Mo' now, oh yeah

Keep that 300 Z-Ro when I pull up on ya