End of Story ft. Ace Bezzel & Black Rabbit Skinny Lyrics

I won't share the paper

I won't share the paper

I won't share the glory

I won't share the glory

Repping for the city like it's mandatory

End of story

Skinny Scorsese on the boards and I'm scripting a movie

Putting a pen in my hand like throwing clips in the uzi

Hood niggas itching to shoot me

Flow gone triple the pookie

Get us chrome kitted Suzukis

And cribs equipped with jacuzzi's, mafucka

I won't share the paper

I won't share the paper

Book of Life and I'm Winnebagos narrator

Henny and the kush got me on my rare behavior

Winnebago playa

Dripping flavor as I serenade ya

Wooo, Eight Fifteen them spooky hours

Roll the doob with sour

Activate my superpowers

Leave mics in stu's devoured

Turning rap crews to cowards

We cut through the line while you still having disputes with bouncers

I won't share the glory

I won't share the glory

Shit get very gory

Killing rappers in my territory

Throw me on a feature turn the song to a scary story

Ain't a rapper better that done breathed this Rockford air before me

Aye, I won't share the paper

I won't share the paper

I won't do no favors

I won't spare a hater

Bitch, do me a favor

Save that shit for later

I'm the cities savior

It's been dying I came back to save it

I won't share the glory

I won't share the glory

Ain't another nigga in my category

I ain't gotta say that I'm the shit it's self explanatory

Repping for the city like it's mandatory

End of story

I can't do no favors

I can't do no favors

Shitting on these haters, damn shame how we play with paper

At the round table with my niggas you just play the waiter

Balling like we playing for the Lakers

And the Oakland Raiders

We can't connect if it ain't bout a check

My chest out cause they know I'm a flex

Every day I bare arms like Hogan niggas know how flex

I fill my philly I don't fuck with the stress

My niggas move that work like it's maco

And still on that block think LEGO

Black Rabbit the logo, these niggas ain't fucking with the label

My circle on ya head get a halo

Oh no, shots go through niggas like J. Lo

Photo shop, crop his top with that fo-fo

Hold on, I been getting money by my dolo

In eight different ways like ocho, nigga

Aye, I won't share the paper

I won't share the paper

I won't do no favors

I won't spare a hater

Bitch, do me a favor

Save that shit for later

I'm the cities savior

It's been dying I came back to save it

I won't share the glory

I won't share the glory

Ain't another nigga in my category

I ain't gotta say that I'm the shit it's self explanatory

Repping for the city like it's mandatory

End of story