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  1. Chorus (Me):
  2. Tryna find the end, but there's no end
  3. Had to make my own bread, used to have no bread
  4. You was on my mind, I looked through our texts
  5. This shit has no end, no
  6. This shit has no end, yeah
  7. That's why we can't be friends
  8.  
  9. Verse 1 (Lil Kxrbyn, yes he's black):
  10. Niggas know I'm Kxrbyn, still swervin'
  11. Driftin' off into the night with my girlfriend, we starin' at the sunlight
  12. Niggas wanna be my sunshine, brought knives to a gunfight
  13. With my gang, niggas call me the Young Knight
  14. Always got a sword on me 'case a nigga wan' fight
  15. Ayy, one pint and my eyes already shut tight
  16. Niggas know my burdens so heavy I never get shut eye
  17. I always shut my mama down 'cause her love was on one side
  18. My daddy never gave a shit 'bout what I did or who'd I become like
  19. I got my own shit for my own kids my own mom and niggas knew my own son died
  20. 3 shots to the head, a nigga lost one life
  21. But we don't got 9 lives like cats do, was livin' a slum life
  22. I always said, "Fuck life" I ain't really was a nice guy, but fuck it, it's sunrise
  23. Niggas only like niggas who only like one type, huh
  24. Praying for my mama on them front lines
  25. I was never one to stay in no sidelines
  26. There's no fucking rules that I abide by, yeah
  27. I done fucked around so hard as a kid I almost lost my life
  28. Mama knocked some sense into a nigga like me, I had 2 lives, one was a side life
  29. Fuck the guidelines, niggas stay in tight lines
  30. Like they on a tightrope, niggas know in this timeline
  31. That we so fucked up, down bad, but there's a fine line
  32. Now niggas callin' my line, got me some white wine, huh
  33.  
  34. Chorus (Me):
  35. Tryna find the end, but there's no end
  36. Was stuck in my own head, feeling like I owed death
  37. You was on my mind, lookin' through our old texts
  38. But this shit has no end
  39. Yeah, this shit has no end
  40. That's why we can't make no 'mends, yeah
  41.  
  42. Verse 2 (NICO NILES):
  43. People call me Nico, I'm from Puerto Rico
  44. Bitches always below me, I don't really need hoes
  45. Everyone wanna be mine, I tell 'em, "You a side chick"
  46. She wanna go yell at my side bitch
  47. Fuck this shit, and fuck my bitch, hey
  48. Nico on the track, shoutout to my kids
  49. Making money off of rappin' as a side gig
  50. Was dealin' drugs, but I stopped just for my kids
  51. Hey, love this shit more than my shit
  52. Everyone know I tailor shit to they likings
  53. I give 'em my all, and they hopefully like it
  54. Used to meet a lot of hoes who despised it
  55. Haters be haters, I don't mind it, yeah
  56. I could care less 'bout what they typin'
  57. Always gettin' mad 'bout who I side with
  58. Unfortunately for you, I'm better than your whole life, bitch
  59. You ain't even know what my wife do
  60. This is why nobody even likes you
  61. Haters suck my dick, they like Caillou
  62. Crying and throwing fits, that's why we despise you
  63. Gang pull up to your house, no time for haikus
  64. Rapping on the beat, gold in my tooth
  65. Knock your lights out, that's what I do
  66. Fucking on your mama's body, who you gonna type to?
  67. Yeah
  68.  
  69. Chorus (Me):
  70. Tryna find the end, but there's no end
  71. Had to make my own friends, grew up with like no friends
  72. You was on my mind, I saw your comments
  73. I won't even comment, I'm busy on comets
  74. Yeah, and this shit got no end, no no
  75. I can't find an end, I can't find an end
  76. I wake up quick, realizing I fucked up
  77. But there's no end, yeah, and there's no end
  78.  
  79. Verse 3 (Me):
  80. Pussy motherfucker tryna fuck my sister
  81. I beat his ass with an old bottle of liquor
  82. I might kill his ass faster than pullin' a trigger
  83. He gon' call his mommy, maybe he should reconsider
  84. Always called my daddy sir and mister
  85. Always obeyed his ass while trying to get him outta the picture
  86. Now he dead, I feel no sympathy, sympathy has not delivered
  87. Pain he did to me hits quicker
  88. Than a fucking bullet to your fucking chest
  89. I feel sicker, ayy, but I've gotten bigger
  90. Got my own girlfriend, my own kid, no more Twitter
  91. Yeah, and my daddy prolly bitter
  92. Stuck in Hell looking at my baby pictures
  93. Lil' bitch might end up in a river
  94. I'ma do my own thang, fuck the damn scripture
  95. Rapping so fast, yeah, wait, it's time for dinner
  96. AFK, bitch, let me eat my dinner in peace
  97. Ayy, I rip out his liver, I'm such a killer
  98. But that boy brought out my inner demons
  99. Lil' bitch is a sinner, meanwhile I am a winner
  100. My inner being tells me to listen to the voices, them whispers
  101. I won't though, 'cause I ain't wan' be disfigured
  102. Bitches in reverse, me? I'm pullin' triggers
  103. Ever since birth, I was surrounded by hoes with guns they'd tote
  104. In front of my 3 year ass, saw a damn building explode
  105. Huh, no scope a bitch, let his ass cope
  106. Knife on your throat, overload then overdose
  107. Eating my D, ayy, make sure not to drop the soap
  108. Hell no, nope, nope, nope, you can go and tie that rope
  109. Kill yourself, lose hope, maybe fall off your own boat
  110. Hey, 'cause you know the drugs make me so high
  111. So high, can barely speak though, yeah
  112.  
  113. Chorus (Me):
  114. Tryna find the end, but there's no end
  115. Had to make my own bed, used to have no bed
  116. You was on my mind, I saw your posts
  117. I won't even post none, won't even let you know
  118. Yeah, and this shit got no end, no no
  119. You left me so slow, why the Hell did you let go?
  120. I wake up quick, realizing I fucked up, but
  121. I know you've moved on, how the fuck you moved on?
  122. But there's no end, yeah, and there's no end
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