End of Times

Yea that pussy on my mind
These bitches always hitting my phone geekin' the line
And shawty comin' thru and she ready for this line
Ain't nothing new to her she does it like all the time
Hold up, roll up
I got money for her
Hold up, hold up
I don't even know her
Hold up, hold up
Gun up in the holster
Hold up, hold up
Feeling type bolder
Hold up
All my niggas smoking up until the sun rise
I've been thinking bout this shit while I'm spitting high
You've been tryna take my soul, that I do despise
Demons lurking round me, homie pass the 9
Fuck
Yea my lifestyle feeling hazy
I guess its trauma from the days that they had to tame me
I would've let another nigga try to fucking play me
Until I saw the truth and how these niggas fucking pay me
Rolling, pouring
Plug he brought the potion
Slowing, pouring
My mind is mush like lotion
You folding, you hoping
Homie stop the hoping
Ain't no fucking hoping when the devil come to closing
Yea that's so damn wild
You think you have it all until you figure it out
Ain't nothing last forever, I'm tryna make my family proud
But through the fucking highs, I've been still feeling down
That's my truth
I'll still pull up ready with my niggas, who gon' shoot
You fucking with my clique then we coming for your loot
This money on my mind I'm a baller with the proof
You still chill with niggas who gon' leave you when you lose
And that's the truth
Pussy all up on the couch she making me so blue
Lips so damn red when she know just how I do
Shawty trust in me and I'll take you to the loot

I'm rolling by, he pulled the five
This is my time, oh my God
Its do or die
Its do or die
Oh my God
I'm heaven sent, you late on rent
Oh my God
Its end of times, its end of times, oh my

I'm rolling by, he pulled the five
This is my time, oh my God
Its do or die
Its do or die
Oh my God
I'm heaven sent, you late on rent
Oh my God
Its end of times, its end of times, oh my



Credits
Writer(s): Justin Brooks
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