Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Endless , by - Carns Hill. Release date: 28.02.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Endless |
| Young, wild as fuck and I’m up progressin' |
| expenses, savin' up racks and I find it impressive |
| Get rich, what mans intending |
| Slip up, then I’m making amendments |
| I ain’t tryna catch no sentence |
| I’m tryna make racks when I write a new sentence |
| O.T trips is endless, trappin' in blenders, different agendas |
| T-house rappin' like Cole and Kendrick |
| Cut a pack and send it |
| 'lato, cookie, my essence |
| Tryna stack more, not lessen |
| Get a young boy and give him a task and teach him a lesson |
| Really in life, were pro progressin' |
| Lookin' like, no you’re stressin' |
| Bro just a joke, you’re jestin' |
| Niggas is hoes, jezzies, and yes-men |
| In the I’m blendin', yeah, blendin' |
| With number nine, that’s Fendi Fendi |
| But I ain’t offendin' |
| Anytime we step, we dress good |
| Got gyal all in the crib like Westwood |
| Anytime I flex, I flex good |
| Flexers cool up in my section |
| Feds hit the door, I’m S’ing, steppin' |
| Act to the right, then step 'em |
| Manna pull strings like Hendrix |
| Put a fork in the work, then bent it |
| Got a gyal pendant, pending |
| Lifestyle’s real, can’t live for pretendin' |
| Bare weight, liftin' and benchin' |
| I’m there, can’t wait, I’m attendin' |
| Road is a man profession |
| If I get back home safe, progression |
| I ain’t got time for a sentence |
| Tryna make racks when I write me a sentence |
| Young, wild as fuck and I’m up progressin' |
| expenses, savin' up racks and I find it impressive |
| Get rich, what mans intending |
| Slip up, then I’m making amendments |
| I ain’t tryna catch no sentence |
| I’m tryna make racks when I write a new sentence |
| O.T trips is endless, trappin' in blenders, different agendas |
| T-house rappin' like Cole and Kendrick |
| Cut a pack and send it |
| 'lato, cookie, my essence |
| Tryna stack more, not lessen |
| Get a young boy and give him a task and teach him a lesson |
| Class A, Class B |
| Skipped colly lectures |
| I hit the gym and sessions |
| Bought waps and had opps pressured |
| Bare work, i had outstandin' |
| Couldn’t do that stuff at home |
| Had my young boys doin' homework |
| Told 'em bag and lock these Os |
| and all them highs |
| And I’m from all that prof |
| Traphone bought drills and waps |
| Had me splash designer shops |
| I know they think they’re tugs |
| But these rapboys, real some bums |
| If we’re talkin' rap, no cap |
| It’s us, the guys who rap on mums |
| These bigmen actin' young |
| When they’re really hella grown |
| These bitches movin' dumb |
| 'soon as they get the bone |
| Ring ring, that’s all my Nokia does |
| the ring all nuts |
| 'til my wrist all flippin' bussed |
| Young, wild as fuck and I’m up progressin' |
| expenses, savin' up racks and I find it impressive |
| Get rich, what mans intending |
| Slip up, then I’m making amendments |
| I ain’t tryna catch no sentence |
| I’m tryna make racks when I write a new sentence |
| O.T trips is endless, trappin' in blenders, different agendas |
| T-house rappin' like Cole and Kendrick |
| Cut a pack and send it |
| 'lato, cookie, my essence |
| Tryna stack more, not lessen |
| Get a young boy and give him a task and teach him a lesson |