So this is the end of the story Everything we had, everything we did Is buried in dust, and this dust is all that's left of us And only a few ever worried (Ninja None) They wanna' know lil' Double-0, they see I'm next to blow I got my niggas screaming, "Let's go", and they crackin' fours I'll put my trust up in this Glock before I'll trust a ho In the trap goin' 'bow for 'bow, sellin' bows until I blow Still'll slime a nigga out, if I see 'em, fuck a drought High speed on the narcs, we do the dash and change the fuckin' route Even though I rock a fitted, you know ain't no fuckin' cap These niggas too fuckin' chap, they never slept up in the trap Sold up out my grandma's house, 'bows comin' in, in and out Do anything up in the world to hear my grandma cuss me out But that shit over, ain't no cap, get off your ass, go get an ounce Run up on me, get fifty rounds, then I might go shoot out of town You'll never catch me out of bounds And if you do I'm on the move Hop out with' these 7.62 bullets and make you fuckin' move Slime say he got action up in Vegas, and it's nothin' but blues You know that I'm with' the move, get on the ground, don't fuckin' move Too many pounds, we overweight He said he want' a bow of that new Runtz, but I served him some shake Nigga play with Double-0, on Quese, he get shot in the face Shake a nigga block up back-to-back, call that shit the earthquake Looked up in the casket, seen my nigga Bino, there he laid I was too high at the wake, couldn't even look him in the face But ever since that fuckin' day, I tote two Glocks up in the wraith 7.62 bullets knock off your body, and I penetrate Fuck that lil' ho in her face, I took her on a dinner date Drivin' too fast, finna crash, I'm turnt up on the interstate So this is the end of the story Everything we had, everything we did Is buried in dust, and this dust is all that's left of us And only a few ever worried (Ninja None)