| Artist: Jayo Felony
|
| Album: Whatcha Gonna Do
|
| Song: End of the World
|
| Uh huh
|
| Get low baby!
|
| Come on!
|
| It’s the end of the world now, yeah! |
| Don’t start runnin
|
| But could you possibly run when you know that God’s comin?
|
| But we got a lot of hard heads that don’t seem concerned, what?
|
| So eternally, you burn
|
| An eternity’s a long long time, so I wrote a strong rhyme
|
| For these Mc’s that only talk about chrome nines
|
| Pay attention to each line, I’m about to reach mine
|
| Be careful cuz they might heat you for just one dime
|
| Blaze up and won’t think twice about ya, we dyin quicker
|
| He’s dead so what the hell could he do with some liquor?
|
| No value for human life
|
| Can’t understand how a woman could leave a baby in the trash can
|
| Damn, helpless and starvin, but that’s how life goes
|
| Can’t aford him? |
| Then keep your legs closed
|
| Thinkin God won’t punish you for what you put that child through
|
| Havin babies like it’s the thing to do
|
| What is this world coming to?
|
| Don’t lie, it’s the end of the world baby
|
| Can’t lie, it’s the end of the world baby
|
| Don’t lie, it’s the end of the world baby
|
| We all know it’s the end of the world, baby
|
| What is this world coming to?!
|
| The end, and um there ain’t no stoppin it
|
| I keep em legit, while others come counterfeit
|
| You can’t stand being bankrupt, now ya overdosed
|
| Used to be colors, now they beggin over coats
|
| How you gon come with that nonsense like it’s all good?
|
| Tryin to dis a whole coast, can’t even go to your own hood
|
| I should get ya, but I’m a chill and let the rhyme hit ya
|
| Keep my name out your mouth, or watch me get wit ya
|
| Some of y’all gots to like hoes, you need to be on stroll
|
| Need to get up, get out, and get a bankroll
|
| Keep em movin like Tony soul, cuz the game’s for sale
|
| You could offer me a million, but I’ll never tell
|
| All the money in world could’nt make me sell out a homey
|
| What is a million dollars worth when you’re lonely?
|
| You spill the beans me and his dirt (…)
|
| So now I gotta ask myself
|
| What is this world coming to?
|
| Couldn’t live without a check, please tell me
|
| Four on the floor, one in the belly
|
| You’re kinda smelly
|
| Why can’t this girl keep her self up, her health up?
|
| When the county stop payin, you gon be stuck like chuck
|
| With five mouths to feed, and you steadily smokin weed
|
| And buying expensive clothes that you don’t even need
|
| Still tryin to club it, you can’t do that no more
|
| So stretched out, the stretch marks can’t even stretch no more
|
| Five different daddies, damn, ain’t none of them around
|
| They need to take you off the streets like the (?)
|
| A bad example, how could you bring a kid to this world?
|
| How could you call yourself a woman when you still a girl?
|
| Wonder why they talk bad about ya, it ain’t no respect
|
| Cuz see you don’t respect yourself, you need to get in check
|
| Got evicted out your pad
|
| So now the only thing to do is sell yourself until you pass out
|
| What is this world coming too? |