Текст песни We're At The End (Outro) - Tru Sway

Yeah

I say I say
Eh
Bro

All for the bands on bands
I'm jus caught up tryna run up
With some rands & change
Fight with the heat I
I hate the city on ends
I hate my fycks up on ends
Run at the cents ain't a game
I don't vibe with some feelings
I leave them in cages
Talk to my people the devil is crazy
I got my problems on pages
All of my issues on chains
Ain't no females in my roof I swear
All on my soul God bless
All on my hooks
I jus be praying some days
Already I been patient today
I hope they were ready for me
I ain't got no ink my skin
Only some scars from my teens
Only some wounds from my wrestling days
I hope I don't end up with alotta regrets
Jus lessons not LS
And a couple of Wins so
I could put a queen in a BENZ
So my kids can grow up with some view in the hills
I know when I'm done
211 gone pray that I never left I swear

Many hours that I spend so
I could put my stress in a grave(grave)
Even my soul oh yeah(oh yeah)
My demons couldn't bribe oh yeah(oh yeah)
I was smoking too hard
That night (that night)
Hey could've end up
Touching my heart oh no(oh no)
They got no chance while I gas(while I gas)
Slave to the plug oh damn (oh damn)
All in my veins it stay (it stay)
All in my mind it vacate(vacay)

This be the last ink on the page
I gave it chance & I failed(& I failed)
I gave it a shot & I flopped(& I flopped)

Yeah
This was meant to be
A blessing from God
Talent given so I could secure
The umbrella for tomorrow
But I put in the work & it fell
I jus be thanking the lord
He gave me chance to run at the bag
& gave me a taste of game(game)
Now that I know how it feels
To see my name when
I'm moving to places i never been(I been)
Now I gotta live with the fact
That my niece gone hear from
Her brother that her uncle is straight outta E
He used to run to the prada in the night
He was hustler
He used to body the raps
He used to plug in the heat in the street
He was the president
He never needed a tag to enter the litty
He had a price on a hook(on a hook)
He had a price on a verse (damn nigga)
He had a price jus to get on the stage
He lived a dream while
Fycking a honey who thick(thick)

Before mad rains in the west side
(In the West side)
Before mad weather in the west side
(In the West side)

Before mad rains in the West side
(In the West side)
Before mad weather in the West side
(In the West side)

Before mad rains in the West side
(In the West side)
(In the West side)
(West side) oh no

You know nothing nigga
We used to chill at the corner
Me & my bros (bros)
Before we even thought
We could become a addict to a smoke
I know(I know)
To a smoke I know,(I know)

I saw a bag full with the glocks
& that's when I knew
That ain't road that I wanna take
Jus need me a honey who thick
& a coupla cheques
But none of that coulda been
But none of that coulda happen
If I choose to take out
One of the tools in the bag
I could've ended up in a bag
& either the instrumentals
On this heat I'm on could ever kick
But
I sound like nothing that
Live on this planet, I found me a
Shawty who wasn't thick like the cream
But I gave her the Di*k now
She thick like the maybech
I am a king in a castle (castle)
Walk to the throne and sit with a drink(drink)
Gimme my crown while
I'm leading them (I'm leading them)
Gimme my flowers I'm needing them
(I'm needing them)
So many stories I wrote on my pages
I couldn't display to the game(to the game)
To all of my people I'm sorry (I'm sorry)
Leave them in hearts that are broken
(broken)
Leave them in hearts that are broken
(Leave them in hearts that are broken)
(Leave them in hearts that are broken)