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letra de end of the road (freestyle) - spookshow rain

[intro]
hey, a toast…to the end of the world

[verse]
it’s the end of the road
i’m f-ckin’ all up on yo girl, she ain’t playin’ with me, though
i don’t think that you can see that i’m rapping on the daily
it’s all i ever do, man, my life is kinda crazy
i’m spittin’ over instrumentals i ain’t never heard
coming up with rhymes, but i’m losin’ my word
man, i’m falling to the ground, man, i need to catch a sound
before these people call me out for hoppin’ around
i don’t think you understand, i’m f-ckin’ cruisin’, spittin’ loogies
while i’m smokin’ doobies in yo crib
tell a baby over here to hop on this d-ck
if she tryna be mine, gotta f-ck with my clique
i don’t know you, why you all up in my face?
where i hit you, best believe above the waist
i don’t do no “shoot to wound”, b-tch, i shoot to k!ll
and then i run up out that b-tch a hundred bills richer
i ain’t really tryna motherf-ckin’ chill with ya
i ain’t really wanna motherf-ckin’ deal with ya
why you offerin’? i ain’t poppin’ pills with ya
cause i got dreams and ambitions, boy you better listen
best back up if you think you playin’
don’t know what you sayin’
you ain’t got no brain, and you lame, and you cappin’ for fame
but you know where i stay if you ever wanna fight
b-tch, you come to my door? i k!ll you out of spite
you ain’t got no taste, like some godd-mn sprite
i come up behind you and i take you by surprise real quick
don’t talk no sh-t, don’t take no lip
like uh! yeah, pull up with the motherf-ckin’ bands hangin’ outta my pocket
then i take off, like a godd-mn rocket
remember ninth grade, we were smokin’ outta sockets? d-mn!
[refrain]
tell all my brothers that i love ’em when i’m gone
hopefully, they hear these songs
i don’t brag about it too much, but i know that i’m strong
i’ve been thinkin’ bout my dreams for way too long, yeah
need to make ’em true, yeah
but i don’t even know what to do, man
i need to make ’em true
i need to make ’em, true
tell all my brothers that i love ’em when i’m gone
hopefully, they hear these songs
i don’t brag about it too much, but i know that i’m strong
i’ve been thinkin’ bout my dreams for way too long, yeah
need to make ’em true
but i don’t even know what to do, man
need to make ’em true
but i don’t even know what to do

- spookshow rain

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