Sadhu - Da End lyrics

[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 cla** with cla** 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 n***as ba*tards 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 n***a back to a time when Pulling out the bills got the pretty b**hes 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 sh**, f** a cla** I test n***as 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 n***as know to knock And knock and knock I leave whack lyrics, dispirited Bong sizzling, top long, like won ton soup Wrong n***as 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]