End of Times Maybe

We living in the end of times
Living in the end of times maybe
Living in the end of times
Or maybe I'm crazy
What I'm sayin now
Pray now
Take a trip out of spacetime
Take a look into my mind
Feel what I feel all the time

Talk about being patient (Uh-uh)
With these forced vaccinations
On the entire nation
Disparities and inflation
Now I'm wondering what you're worried bout losing
Spending loosely on a Gucci out in Fiji
Everyday another buskin on the TV
In Yemen all the babies dying
They chewing on their fingers now
Let Salt Bae sprinkle somethin on that
I'll bring em all back if I could
You know where they at stop playin
And now you mad he back
Thinking I'm a let you pass
Fuck that
Do you see what I see
We living in the end of times maybe

Stocking up the crib
That's what I'm a have to do
Governments' a pig
Gonna run amok on you
Crusin up the path to the 33rd vigor
Another brotha dead
That's a recipe for lootin'
So I promise to protect mine
Got a TEC-9
Put the shimmy shimmy on the brake lines
And watch him stoop
Bustling by the crib
And I'm bustin' after you
Bustling by the crib
We living in the end of times maybe

Now it's our time to shine and your time to skrtt
Dark man magic will leave you smashed up in the dirt
Talkin new labs and new fabs to strew the youth
Fuck your illusions intrusion abusing the truth
Just got back to the city somewhere far away from home
Set up coalitions swift previsions to the dome
Hittas on my side
Cuz they know it's you ride or you die
End of times end of times
Tell Jesus find me in the hood
Smokin on a wood
Eating hella good
Don't misunderstood
Got it out the mud
Let the total opposition do the flipping
Power's slipping
Ego's trippin
Big banks and crooked politican
Claim to be an ethical humane
But all you're bringing us is shame (Damn)
We living in the end of times maybe

Stocking up the crib
That's what I'm a have to do
Governments' a pig
Gonna run amok on you
Crusin up the path to the 33rd vigor
Another brotha dead
That's a recipe for lootin'
So I promise to protect mine
Got a TEC-9
Put the shimmy shimmy on the brake lines
And watch him stoop
Bustling by the crib
And I'm bustin' after you
Bustling by the crib
We living in the end of times maybe

Stocking up the crib
That's what I'm a have to do
Governments' a pig
Gonna run amok on you
Crusin up the path to the 33rd vigor
Another brotha dead
That's a recipe for lootin'
So I promise to protect mine
Got a TEC-9
Put the shimmy shimmy on the brake lines
And watch him stoop
Bustling by the crib
And I'm bustin' after you
Bustling by the crib
We living in the end of times maybe



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Writer(s): Waleed Attia
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