Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The End, artist - Nyck Caution. Date of issue: 27.07.2017
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
The End |
| I took the pieces of the puzzle, pick em up |
| Shit, I’m known to solve you motherfuckers |
| Your daddy’s home shit, I’m known to scar you motherfuckers |
| Evict victims like I’m Odom on his crack |
| Like I’m Owen on a strap that didn’t hold him to collapse |
| It’s what I’m talking bout, this game wet ya boy blazing |
| You ain’t raising you a raisin |
| Phase in, once I get this aim in to your temple |
| Amen to the fallen soldiers, aimed it and resettled |
| Aced your fucking levels, now the game good |
| I can’t explain well, life’s a bitch but the brain good |
| This great dane got a grip on the lane |
| Would do anything to seize it, any season any sequence |
| Got me shining Danny Sequin |
| I’m a heavy smoker that’s a eighth and his dutch master |
| I slay tracks can’t relate to you punk rappers |
| I lay back getting face from whoever |
| Who can pressure? |
| Who can measure? |
| With this Era over everything |
| Lookin' at that very ring just a Jr. who display bars |
| Getting close to that Jerry King, ring closer than you think |
| Nyck got it bout it air tied wrapped around his bare knuckles |
| I know my fare double, I had a fair struggle |
| Yeah, rap was passive, now it’s key, I’m not a Maverick |
| Still independent, real vision fixed upon us |
| Real bigger ticket and I’m still killing, Uh |
| Life is just a journey that will probably leave you gurneyed up |
| Or once you leave the hospital it’s possible you’ve learned enough |
| To get it cracking, pick up where you slacking |
| Stick up in the booth I bet I leave out with a classic |
| Now all of these niggas is god this and got that |
| Monotheistic blick I leave a God flat |
| What y’all did? |
| Y’all downloaded a God app? |
| The most high in your set can catch a god slap |
| Throw 1 grenade in a room where all the Gods at |
| Real Gods cannot die or take a God nap |
| If you white, then God’s black |
| If you black, God is asian |
| If you asian then gods Bayesian |
| Swing open a straight edge, blade em after I fade em |
| The faces in the funeral Drake watched by Jaden |
| I told Caution bring the yellow tape melo face |
| Game winner flow that’s about to bring me that Melo cake |
| All black when I’m robbin', no yellow cape |
| Give me that blue pink splashed over a yellow bass |
| Labels treating me like Avonte Oquendo |
| Now they rock the pens whenever I let the pen go |
| In a minaj with Suzy Orman and Sally Mae |
| Suzy told me do Sally like Ike did Anna Mae |
| Lightning, strike me twice when I was twelve |
| Since then, I pitch 12 12 regulars full of gamma rays |
| I’m HiiiPower you the airbrush on hightower |
| I’m in your bitch she having an inner thigh shower |
| They fear power, this sour got me higher |
| Than a nigga fucking fixing the roof up on the sears tower |
| I mean Willis, Chi niggas are fearless |
| From Chi-raq to Brook, nah I am the realest |
| Rest in peace King Capital Steez |
| My astral projection been attracting |
| Take caution every time I ventilate |
| Never been a fake now I’m plotting on some real estate |
| Bitch I renovate, now my view got me a dinner plate |
| With lobster like a mobster good fella in my D.N.A |
| Call me the general I generally generalize |
| The genocide now I’ll see if you can really stay |
| Got nothing, S.T.I.C.K.E.R.A Forever now see |
| Till we hold the era down |
| I could make a third eye look like Forest Whitakers |
| I’m force feeding niggas these Gel packs |
| From St. Peter’s Basilica to masonic temples |
| They want me dead cause they know that I’m way beyond they mentals |
| Too deep Olympic pools standing at the bottom |
| On my two feet, looking up like who’s he? |
| Sheesh |
| They show no love I keep the steel strapped |
| That’s why I Romeo’d that with bullet head still in tact |
| Facts, you don’t spit enough of em |
| These fake niggas is dead pour off some duff on em |
| The B.S. |
| got a verse I put huffs on em |
| Watch Danse Daniel Atlas switch the cuffs on em |
| The flatbush for the tricks couple bucks on em |
| Take the fedi the iPhone niggas truck on em |
| True relegions under the hoodie deluxe on em |
| Anaheim the Flying V, the mighty ducks on em |