The End Game Body Count

The End Game mother fucker get your shit tight, shit right
Listen it's a mission to keep us in the dark
Keep us apart, keep us throwing poisonous darts
Enter the black room, cash rules everything son
Nobody's your friend fool go for your guns
Trust no one, money buys souls and lives
Brothers and wives, alibis, many will die
Fucking with the quick to get you niggas
Demons form hell!

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They're rooms are oval, they're game global
They make pawns of men
I the name of god they keep us apart
I don't know about you but I don't hate as much as they do
I'm just trying to live and shit
Mother fuckers best prey that they don't blow us all away
The power hungry fools on the hill
Before they lose they'll push the fucking button, explode the air!
Winter and black rain, they play the End Game
Mother fuckers take what they can take
Mother fucking snakes
They stole this land we live on and kill to keep
We're just lambs here waiting for the blood bath baby
Hitman army, Hitman Navy
Moved by the wicked had of money not love
No one knows the secrets, it's an evil mix man
Catch your breath prey for death, it's the only truth left