| The End Game mother fucker get your shit tight, shit right
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| Listen it’s a mission to keep us in the dark
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| Keep us apart, keep us throwing poisonous darts
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| Enter the black room, cash rules everything son
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| Nobody’s your friend fool go for your guns
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| Trust no one, money buys souls and lives
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| Brothers and wives, alibis, many will die
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| Fucking with the quick to get you niggas
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| Demons form hell!
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| They’re rooms are oval, they’re game global
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| They make pawns of men
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| I the name of god they keep us apart
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| I don’t know about you but I don’t hate as much as they do
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| I’m just trying to live and shit
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| Mother fuckers best prey that they don’t blow us all away
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| The power hungry fools on the hill
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| Before they lose they’ll push the fucking button, explode the air!
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| Winter and black rain, they play the End Game
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| Mother fuckers take what they can take
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| Mother fucking snakes
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| They stole this land we live on and kill to keep
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| We’re just lambs here waiting for the blood bath baby
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| Hitman army, Hitman Navy
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| Moved by the wicked had of money not love
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| No one knows the secrets, it’s an evil mix man
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| Catch your breath prey for death, it’s the only truth left
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| I ain’t never done shit to your country of fam
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| Don’t want your oil man, don’t want your land
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| The people that your beefin with are not my friends
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| They hate me too, and they want me to hate you
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| It’s the evilest of mixes keep the people twisted
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| Power mongers on earth, they trade life for dirt
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| It ain’t the people of this planet, it’s the kings and their courts
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| And they do what they gotta do cause murders their sport |