Текст песни The End - Arab!

Ay, before I hop on this beat I just wanna tell y'all something real quick
It's never the rapping that take us nowhere
It's really the fans, Thats why we try to spread are music so much
No matter how much y'all put us down, or what we do
We gon' keep doing it because we don't care

Tossing, turning steady fighting demons while i'm tryna sleep
Looking in the mirror ask god how they got close to me
I ain't tryna be the next picture on the rosary
The devil on my shoulder always tell me keep my pole with me
Guess that's how it's supposed to be
In this world it's live or die, i'm starving, how i'm supposed to eat?
I be dropping songs, no attention almost every week
Feel i'm loosing blood from the heart, and you can't fix the leak
No you can't fix it

I can name a couple niggas that just know i'm gon' be great
If they stay with me the long run, they future gon' be straight
I was young looking for money, like what chances could I take
They try to face me in being broke, but I just broke the gate
Matter fact I broke the game, i'm just tryna make a name
I want money not the fame, you wish you could say the same
On that stage, and i'm screaming, while they screaming out my name
Finna go buy me a Rollie, finna go buy me a chain
Swear this world need to change
All this killing need to stop, because the mud is filled in pain
Feel like i'm up on a losing streak and they done left the game
Swear i'm finna go insane, I can feel it in my brain
Can't give up, cause I maintain through all the pressure, and the pain
I don't need no umbrella just to make it out the rain
Lord, if they do me wrong ima have to let it sang
And I know i'm doing wrong ima have to let it bang
He face his pain with Mary Jane

All this built up anger that I let out on the track
And your homie lost that case, so he ain't never coming back
Like how you finna deal with that
Like how you finna deal with that
It's really called the windy city so it's bound to get cold
The preacher watching kids dying of this getting old
I'm swear i'm finna make it and the rest can be untold
They listen deep inside my stories but they cannot fold
He want all the attention, so he finna make the news
Just some pros in the game
We ain't never leaving clues
Oh you think he in the way, well that lil nigga finna move
If he don't he need a tune, and his partners in the room
I can never trust a nigga, I could never trust a hoe
This was all that we taught, cause we came from down below
They was never tryna teach us, so it's little that we know
Teacher always picking on me, cause I always cause a show
Now it's murder that I wrote
I hope my boat gon' float
I'm tryna make it home, but I don't even got no hope
Hold my feelings down I ain't need a rope
I hope, all the little kids out there taking notes (Gang)
All this pain this pain inside my chest is starting to feel like a punch
Where i'm from, taking L's so when I get it ima stunt
You can't tell me I ain't improved since like, last month
Jump out kicking it like Jacky this my last punt

This the last verse so i'm finna have to spazz
Ain't never showed no interest so i'm going to sleep in class
They never showed no mercy, so no I ain't doing tasks
Arab just made a banger, hope it ain't my last