Infinity 888 by ENDSTAR Lyrics
[Verse: end*]
I stay slick with the words
Murder these niggas like i murder these verbs
My shit fly as hell like some fucking birds
My nigga alfonso with the beats be murdering chords
Fuck with the i8, don't fuck with them fords
Play this on full to piss off the landlords
And this won't win no awards but i'm not trynna do that
Fuck the billboards, it's a dick swinging contest
Your mom wants this dick, she can be guest
I get all dressed, set the mood with some kanye west
Or a tribe called quest, she takes off my vest
Play around with one of her breasts
Give her my dick soft she don't deserve the rest
Aye tho i'm blessed by hand of god
I'm stressed by the hand of broads
I'm fucked mentally, need some lental tea
And a ticket out the country so i can flea
I'm in a ghost town and i'm not feeling free
I know this shit personal but i'm just being me
Picture me laying by a tree with a late reg cd
And a gun in my hand brought to me by contraband
With my head in the sand deciding between hell and land
(fuck, listen)
[Hook: end*]
I don't feel the pain no more
A void can't be filled with no whore
My two niggas died can't numb the pain no more
I can't numb the pain no more
Can't be held back with alcohol from the liquor store
Knowing you niggas dead and i can't do no more
Pain in my heart always gonna be sore
I can't numb the pain no more
I don't feel the pain no more
A void can't be filled with no whore
My two niggas died can't numb the pain no more
I can't numb the pain no more
Can't be held back with alcohol from the liquor store
Knowing you niggas dead and i can't do no more
Pain in my heart always gonna be sore
I can't numb the pain no more
I stay slick with the words
Murder these niggas like i murder these verbs
My shit fly as hell like some fucking birds
My nigga alfonso with the beats be murdering chords
Fuck with the i8, don't fuck with them fords
Play this on full to piss off the landlords
And this won't win no awards but i'm not trynna do that
Fuck the billboards, it's a dick swinging contest
Your mom wants this dick, she can be guest
I get all dressed, set the mood with some kanye west
Or a tribe called quest, she takes off my vest
Play around with one of her breasts
Give her my dick soft she don't deserve the rest
Aye tho i'm blessed by hand of god
I'm stressed by the hand of broads
I'm fucked mentally, need some lental tea
And a ticket out the country so i can flea
I'm in a ghost town and i'm not feeling free
I know this shit personal but i'm just being me
Picture me laying by a tree with a late reg cd
And a gun in my hand brought to me by contraband
With my head in the sand deciding between hell and land
(fuck, listen)
[Hook: end*]
I don't feel the pain no more
A void can't be filled with no whore
My two niggas died can't numb the pain no more
I can't numb the pain no more
Can't be held back with alcohol from the liquor store
Knowing you niggas dead and i can't do no more
Pain in my heart always gonna be sore
I can't numb the pain no more
I don't feel the pain no more
A void can't be filled with no whore
My two niggas died can't numb the pain no more
I can't numb the pain no more
Can't be held back with alcohol from the liquor store
Knowing you niggas dead and i can't do no more
Pain in my heart always gonna be sore
I can't numb the pain no more