The Ends (og Version) Lyrics - Travis Scott

2AM 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 

No that wasn't my girl, that was just a hobby 

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 

We ain't sendin' shots, we launchin' missiles 

Right up at your hood and load 

Checkin' Third Ward, I'm goin' mental 

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

Cookin' on a tune, I 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 

Driver run the miles up like I'm runnin' a track meet 

Gotta watch my back now, cause these niggas at me 

All black in a Benz when I pull up on you 

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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 the tribe called check-a-hoe like Indian 

Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah 

Today I'mma take a cheque and cancel left 

I guess it's all survival but please be careful 

I gave up on the Bible long time ago 

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

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

And dumped them in the creek up from where I live 

Bodies, bodies, bodies sprinkled around 

We runnin' through the sprinkler lookin' around 

Killer would show up with boxes of pizza 

And said he had a label recruitin' people 

Put that on my grandma and everythin' 

My homie said he told 'em his name was Wayne 

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

What a memory in me, needing to lose 

What's gon' patch up my intertube 

So I could pop a wheelie and walk it too 

Oh yeah, La Flame with the nappy fro now 

In the ends, I'mma kick your door down 

Oh yeah, we keep wildin' out the Mo' now 

Oh yeah, keep that 300 zero when I pull up on ya