Rejjie Snow

Rejjie Snow - The Ends lyrics

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I'm strolling down the street (I'm strolling down the street)

I'm just tryna f**king eat (I'm just tryna f**king eat)

Yeah, I'm strolling down the street (I said I'm strolling down the street)

Yeah, I'm just tryna f**king eat (I'm just tryna f**king eat)

(Shut the f**k up, shut the f**k 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 pussy 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 grass 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)



Yo spit this shit 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 shit, nigga

Trust



My boy I'm dipping through the ends, nigga, 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, nigga, tryna flip a key

Them niggas 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 bitches on the edge



I said them niggas 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
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