[Intro] Yeah… ends talk, we don’t play with wastemen Cartier vision, see clear through the smoke [Verse 1] Wasteman talkin’, slap him on the backroads Ends stay cold, Cartier frame for the mad mode Niggas dripped out in designer, that tag glow Still get shanked if you’re slippin’ on that road Big bunda, she whinin’ with the riddim on loop Kitchen vibes later, spoon deep in egusi soup I came from the flats where the sirens recruit Now I count dirty cash in a three-piece suit [Hook] Backroad steppin’, no time for a wasteman Ends still pressure, my brothers got the game plan Cartier tinted, can’t see where the pain ran Designer bloodstains when the blade hit the waistband [Verse 2] Ends full of whispers, everybody claimin’ they’re gang But when the beef rise, only few really stand See the wrist glow, Cartier ice on my hand But I still keep it tucked, gotta move like a man Drill in the silence, trap phone vibrate Niggas in Dior but the rent come late See the big bunda make the whole room shake Then back to the blocks where we dodge those jakes [Hook] Backroad steppin’, no time for a wasteman Ends still pressure, my brothers got the game plan Cartier tinted, can’t see where the pain ran Designer bloodstains when the blade hit the waistband [Bridge] Smell of pepper soup in the air, egusi on the side But outside the block, man can barely survive Cartier glare in the night when I drive From the ends to the world, see the real ones thrive [Outro] Yeah… wasteman talkin’, ends don’t hear that Backroads movin’, brothers still fearless Cartier frame, the vision too clear, fam Designer or death, that’s the life in the ends, man
