11:11 Lyrics

I'm still a boss ass nigga I own my masters

I'm not you I'm not signed to a rapper

I was eager to get signed until I met one of you cut throats

Huh, you niggas dunno

I put niggas on, they discovered they could rap

Eating off my table that's why I had to spaz

Yeah I left the label and I started doing this shit on my own

Now I bounced back and I'm with the smoke

Puff puff pass if you really with the shmoke

I rep first class killing with the word pat slack

Niggas cut em off quick switch clique

(Back stabbing ass niggas cut 'em off quick)

I cut the grass now I see the snake hiss

Sold a nigga out just to win a bitch (yea uhh)

You got fucked up energy

I don't want you in the mix

I don't want you in my space

I don't want you with my clique

Sharpen my mind 'cause, I'm done talking blunt words

I'm always in my mind for my life's worth

I'm mind selling conceptions like I am the high septum

You high smoking on something when you should've just listened

I'm always in the kitchen working on my food for thought

Panoramic metaphors add it with the letter 4

All my haters clean my floors as, I inspire them...

Cause my mama just told me if I want it then I should take it

So give me that, if I want it I'ma take it

And fuck it I'ma break it

I'm not basic

I'm far beyond what you got, you can't tame me (Skrrr)

They tryna sign me but they don't know my worth

I know what I'm worth so if you ain't conversating money, miss me with that shit

Go write a cheque bitch I don't want no guest list

Don't give me alcohol, somebody tell this bitch I don't drink

Fuck up off my face with that shit I don't need

A nigga geeks hard but a nigga don't sleep

Yeah, shows after shows and I haven't got my dough nigga I'm pissed off, yea

'Cause hoes after hoes tryna get inside my sheets and my dick they tryna sit on

I got a bitch from every hood up in my city

That's why you never see me hanging around the CBD

It's 11:11 minute I never miss (Phew)

Scary hours got em sour boy I know they listened

No Auto-Tune nigga, Still with the juice nigga

Came back around nigga, Still with the crew nigga

I got a prequel and a sequel sitting ready for you niggas

See me gassed up and I'm out here with my niggas

Mind over matter I'm shitting on all your favorite rappers

I'm already feeling sick I'm bout to puke a fuckin' radar

I ride with my stick just in case I see a hater

Then click that pew pew hear them bodies drop