Near The End
Oh
I'm near the end, like the end is near
I'm ready to die, plus I can't live with fear
It's a hundred of them if you running here
They switching lanes, so I been shifting gears
I'm near the end, like the end is near
I smack the wood so that my thoughts come clear
Bitch cross my mind and then she disappear
I run it up and watch it reappear
Tell me I'm not alone when I really am
Or tell me I'll always wrong, bitch I really him
Ain't got no stylist, still gone' come out trim
I'm near the end, the end is where I been
Pussy ass nigga I ain't worried bout shit
When you mention my name bet not come with a diss
Open the pack and it came with a kick
You open your mouth, and it come with a hit
Open my phone like which hoe imma pick
I ain't feeling nobody while y'all on my dick
Open my mind, I be thinking some shit
Gave them my hand, took a check out they bitch
I ain't never gon' land, I be high as a blimp
My pockets get bigger, I'm walking with limbs
I'm having my way with it all like a pimp
Money keep it going, only thing that's tempt
4L, I'm near the end, like the end is near
I'm ready to die plus I can't live with fear
It's a hundred of them if you run here
They switching lanes so I been shifting gears
I'm near the end, like the end is near
I smack the wood so that my thoughts come clear
Bitch cross my mind and then she disappear
I run it up and watch it reappear
I'm near the end, like the end is near
I'm ready to die, plus I can't live with fear
It's a hundred of them if you running here
They switching lanes, so I been shifting gears
I'm near the end, like the end is near
I smack the wood so that my thoughts come clear
Bitch cross my mind and then she disappear
I run it up and watch it reappear
Tell me I'm not alone when I really am
Or tell me I'll always wrong, bitch I really him
Ain't got no stylist, still gone' come out trim
I'm near the end, the end is where I been
Pussy ass nigga I ain't worried bout shit
When you mention my name bet not come with a diss
Open the pack and it came with a kick
You open your mouth, and it come with a hit
Open my phone like which hoe imma pick
I ain't feeling nobody while y'all on my dick
Open my mind, I be thinking some shit
Gave them my hand, took a check out they bitch
I ain't never gon' land, I be high as a blimp
My pockets get bigger, I'm walking with limbs
I'm having my way with it all like a pimp
Money keep it going, only thing that's tempt
4L, I'm near the end, like the end is near
I'm ready to die plus I can't live with fear
It's a hundred of them if you run here
They switching lanes so I been shifting gears
I'm near the end, like the end is near
I smack the wood so that my thoughts come clear
Bitch cross my mind and then she disappear
I run it up and watch it reappear
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Writer(s): Airess Johnson
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