Endz Lyrics - Made In The Manor - Kano

Lord forgive me for all sins, 

And I don't know if I believe in God but I believe in the Forces, 

And I Believe in the Four Seasons, 

I believe in the flaw of sin, 

I drive Merc's past poor people, 

They look at me like they saw a King. 

And I just wanna let the morgues in 

But we move in manors where some mandem wanna bore kin 

Late night murders, I ain't tryna be in mourning 

Looking like food, them man still want to push the fork in 

Bon appetit, my crew is ready for that 

That's hard-earned, you're not supposed to take a penny of that 

If the rules ain't Becks then why they bending like that? 

Man'll send a man heaven for that 

Blud, I ain't being token black on TV, you've got Lenny for that 

I'll make a little less paper and I'll left 'em with that 

I get offers everyday, rich, I ain't effing with that 

So if I'm never super famous, I can sekkle for that 

This got that layer cake vibe 

Tumping Esco out the speaker, through Leytonstone sides 

Where niggas get 30s and 18s 

Where niggas go to jail every day, B 

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It's gutter inside, outside, rah, rah, rah 

Where too many man talk 'nuff blah blah 

That's just the endz though 

That's just the endz 

Inside, outside, rah, rah, rah 

Where too many man talk 'nuff blah blah 

That's just the endz though 

But you know that's just the endz 

This is that flow you've been waiting for, flow they don't make no more, init? 

Not 140 but it's fucking raw, init? 

Play this on the way to the club and not in it 

Made in the manor so it's fucking authentic 

Try and crush a brother's spirit with your theories 

Jigga said I was the best and niggas act like they didn't hear it 

I ain't gassed over the cosign, I ain't in love with the CoCo 

I ain't fucking with the po-po, I'm just fucking with the purists, who's realest? 

Eight years independent, three cheers to the pen-smith 

The game's wide open, I'm dentist 

Tryna find space, I'm Tetris, not tryna lose faith, cross fingers 

Brave face, can't see hecklers 

Bad minds can't change never 

Move spot but can't change a leopard's 

All sheep can't be shepherd 

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And just when I was down the other week 

Wretch phoned me and said without man like me, there's no he, that's real. 

Inside, outside, rah, rah, rah 

Where too many man talk 'nuff blah blah 

That's just the endz, mate 

Yeah, you know that's just the endz 

Know what I said already, inside, outside, rah, rah, rah 

Where too many man talk 'nuff blah blah 

That's just the endz 

Yeah, you know that's just the endz, geez 

Heavy is the head that wears the crown though 

I feel under pressure just to provide for the famo 

I'm in disposition so I never tell a man "no" 

But I didn't "Fester Skank", remember, that's Lethal in the Lambo 

But when we're on top, bruv, everybody's coming 

Lambo for Lee and a chauffeur for Romy 

Villa for Jen and a villa for Dotty 

Ray-Ray no even worry about [?], promise 

Me and wifey just had beef 

She's tryna marry me while I'm tryna marry beats 

Love you unconditionally even if I don't speak it 

First, let me duppy this scene shit 

RIP Belangi shit 

Play that monster boy through the speakers 

Pour some Perignon on the floor, getting beaming 

You're badman on the weekend 

I'd rather box man and don't tweet it 

Out, I drop man and don't greet him 

You hear it and believe it, I seen it 

Man get shanked up and we ain't leaving 

Pour some more Ciroc, yeah, the peach shit 

Coming like we're numb to the feeling 

Like one brother's pain is another's inconvenience 

That's deep shit, inside, rah, rah, rah 

Where pillow-talking can get your clart wrapped up 

Fish and chips open with the tartar sauce 

Hold tight Smithy, that's my rasclart darg 

Where niggas don't dance with the stars 

Niggas drag stars out their cars 

Make 'em spit bars for a pass 

And this one won't chart, that's for certain 

But I know that Giggs will say that I was murking 

Mandem know they're on the inside, outside, rah, rah, rah 

Too many man talk 'nuff blah blah 

That's just the endz, though 

Yeah, you know that's just the endz 

You dun know already, inside, outside, rah, rah, rah 

Where too many man talk 'nuff blah blah 

That's just the endz, pal 

You know that's just the endz