Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Endz, artist - Kano.
Date of issue: 03.03.2016
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Endz |
Lord, forgive me for all sins |
And I don’t know if I believe in God but I believe in the forces |
Like I believe in the four seasons |
I believe in the flossing |
I drive Mercs past poor people |
They look at me like they saw a king |
And I just wanna let the morgues in |
But we move in manors where some mandem wanna bore kin |
Late night murders, I ain’t tryna be in mourning |
Looking like food, them man still want to push the fork in |
Bon appetit, my crew is ready for that |
That’s hard-earned, you’re not supposed to take a penny of that |
If the rules ain’t vexed then why they bending like that? |
Man’ll send a man heaven for that |
Blud, I ain’t being token black on TV, you’ve got Lenny for that |
I’ll make a little less paper and I’ll left 'em with that |
I get offers everyday, rich, I ain’t effing with that |
So if I’m never super famous, I can sekkle for that |
This got that layer cake vibe |
Tumping Esco out the speaker, through Leytonstone sides |
Where niggas get 30s and 18s |
Where niggas go to jail every day, B |
It’s gutter inside, outside, rah, rah, rah |
Where too many man talk 'nuff blah blah |
That’s just the endz though |
That’s just the endz |
Inside, outside, rah, rah, rah |
Where too many man talk 'nuff blah blah |
That’s just the endz though |
But you know that’s just the endz |
This is that flow you’ve been waiting for, flow they don’t make no more, init? |
Not 140 but it’s fucking raw, init? |
Play this on the way to the club and not in it |
Made in the manor so it’s fucking authentic |
Try and crush a brother’s spirit with your theories |
Jigga said I was the best and niggas act like they didn’t hear it |
I ain’t gassed over the cosign, I ain’t in love with the CoCo |
I ain’t fucking with the po-po, I’m just fucking with the purists, |
who’s realest? |
Eight years independent, three cheers to the pen-smith |
The game’s wide open, I’m dentist |
Tryna find space, I’m Tetris, not tryna lose faith, cross fingers |
Brave face, can’t see hecklers |
Bad minds can’t change never |
Move spot but can’t change a leopard’s |
All sheep can’t be shepherd |
And just when I was down the other week |
Wretch phoned me and said without man like me, there’s no heat, that’s real |
Inside, outside, rah, rah, rah |
Where too many man talk 'nuff blah blah |
That’s just the endz, mate |
Yeah, you know that’s just the endz |
Know what I said already, inside, outside, rah, rah, rah |
Where too many man talk 'nuff blah blah |
That’s just the endz |
Yeah, you know that’s just the endz, geez |
Heavy is the head that wears the crown though |
I feel under pressure just to provide for the famo |
I’m in disposition so I never tell a man «no» |
But I didn’t «Fester Skank», remember, that’s Lethal in the Lambo |
But when we’re on top, bruv, everybody’s coming |
Lambo for Lee and a chauffeur for Romy |
Villa for Jen and a villa for Dotty |
Ray-Ray no even worry about, promise |
Me and wifey just had beef |
She’s tryna marry me while I’m tryna marry beats |
Love you unconditionally even if I don’t speak it |
First, let me duppy this scene shit |
RIP Belangi shit |
Play that monster boy through the speakers |
Pour some Perignon on the floor, getting beaming |
You’re badman on the weekend |
I’d rather box man and don’t tweet it |
Out, I drop man and don’t greet him |
You hear it and believe it, I seen it |
Man get shanked up and we ain’t leaving |
Pour some more Ciroc, yeah, the peach shit |
Coming like we’re numb to the feeling |
Like one brother’s pain is another’s inconvenience |
That’s deep shit, inside, rah, rah, rah |
Where pillow-talking can get your clart wrapped up |
Fish and chips open with the tartar sauce |
Hold tight Smithy, that’s my rasclart darg |
Where niggas don’t dance with the stars |
Niggas drag stars out their cars |
Make 'em spit bars for a pass |
And this one won’t chart, that’s for certain |
But I know that Giggs will say that I was murking |
Mandem know they’re on the inside, outside, rah, rah, rah |
Too many man talk 'nuff blah blah |
That’s just the endz, though |
Yeah, you know that’s just the endz |
You dun know already, inside, outside, rah, rah, rah |
Where too many man talk 'nuff blah blah |
That’s just the endz, pal |
You know that’s just the endz |