Da End

[Hook]

Don't they know it's the end of the world
End of the world
End of the world
It ended when I lost your love

[Verse 1: Sadhu]

My son got me lifted off the medicine
When I walk the sediments
These blocks too hot, got more rocks
Than science class with class presidents
My essence is a test, third eye vision's what I'm after
19 and living got more blessings than ya pastor
Don't let em blast ya
We know the mask up
Ready to rob loot, these niggas bastards
Got they Glock glued to trigger finger rock you
Like peace is taboo
But yo, that's why I pack a blunt pack in my back pack
Move slow, like Amazon snack rat
Take my nigga back to a time when
Pulling out the bills got the pretty bitches smiling
Two timing, N.Y. rewinding
Left my life to guard front and move out
Separated from the brain, I played it cooled out
Pops calling like "yo, you need a tool now -
Go try the school now"
My loud kept me in steady fact
Attract rap shit, fuck a class
I test niggas trying to trash up inside my task
Got me, steadily, mad at me, it's a mad world
Money is the motive in a bad world
So I envy those, lust for a gold platinum trust
In God I bust, telling me to clutch and such
Still corrupt; until I majored that pull my wage back
Working hard for double digits got me weighed back
And then it's fact: the world ends before I can react

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Sadhu]

Simple cash living,
40 ounce by the lap keep my mind vivid
Adapt, a whole routine
Pop fiend like the needles Supreme
Addict for flashing
A triple beam team spending crack money for the fashion
A dime peddler, heavy settler
Locksmith, you in four pounds be the messenger to enemies
Got these trees inside my blunt coat wrapped
Like dick in rubber squeeze
Herb's tease got me thinking chinese
Intellect, the highest set
Been blessed
8th of lambs bread to the chest infest
Till the skies forever watch me
I be on the low sippin astu spamante
That's my hobby
Pull a terminology lava do flopped locked and load the pot
As my cammotoetiy tops
You pop niggas know to knock
And knock and knock
I leave whack lyrics, dispirited
Bong sizzling, top long, like won ton soup
Wrong niggas minute, I be the rap troop
With trap boots and sapped loot
Catch me on the corner of your block pumping cash rules
Until I majored that pull my wage back
Working hard for double digits got me weighed back
And then it's fact: the world ends before I can react

[Hook]