Travis Scott, André 3000 - the ends (Birds in the Trap Sing McKnight) lyrics

2 AM, 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
(yeah) no, that wasn't my girl
That was just a hobby (yeah, yeah)
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
(Press it, press it, press the issue)
We ain't sendin' shots, we launchin' missiles
(yeah, right up at your hood up north)
Checkin' Third Ward, I'm goin' mental
Fuckin' up my room
I've been rackin' up incidentals
Cookin' on a tune
I've 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
(Back seat, back seat, back seat, back seat)
Driver run the miles up like
I'm runnin' a track meet
(Track meet, track meet, track meet
Track meet) gotta watch my back now
'cause these niggas at me
All black in a Benz when I pull up on ya

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 a tribe of check-a-hoe like Indian
Oh, yeah, oh, yeah, oh, yeah (Eh hey)

To them I'm a big dick
A cheque and some laughter (Ha ha ha)
I guess it's all survival
But please be careful, uh
I gave up on the Bible long time ago, uh
Oh, I hope it ain't give up
On me, I don't know, ha
I came up in the town
They were murderin' kids, hmm
And dumped 'em in the creek
Up from where I live (Ayy)
Bodies, bodies, bodies sprinkled around
(Uh, uh) we runnin' through the
Sprinkler lookin' around
Killer would show up with boxes of pizza, uh
And said he had a label recruitin' people
(Uh)
Put that on my grandma and everything, yeah
My homie said he told 'em his name was Wayne
It could've been me or could've been you too
But what a memory, it may need interludes
(Could've been me)
What's gon' patch up my inner tube
So I could pop a wheelie and walk it too

Oh yeah, La Flame with the nappy fro' now
Yeah in the ends, I'ma kick your door down
Oh yeah
We keep wildin' out the Mo' now, oh yeah
Keep that 300 Z-Ro when I pull up on ya