What do you know about Eleven, block
Aye, or what? This one's breezy
Come with that gasoline, leave your house on flames
Yeah, my name is engraved, till we dead in the grave
The opps think we got agendas, the opps got multiple genders
We laugh at them, cause they ain't sane
Their pronouns changing, 2K the new era
And all these people be acting so stupid, thinking it's a game
F*ck that, I paved a lane
Now true, say I'm engaged with this rapper life
Trapped, trapped in the slammer
Big 6 ain't living in the sticks
Don't do no deal on tick for that, you may quit
Shotting them little bricks, I call up Jay
Tell him, tell him, I think we made a way
So just say that you're going away
Today, we gonna make a bop, soon hit the shops
Pop the tags, don't wear no rags
My jeans stay sagged, my kettle cost 50
If I forget that your man act nifty
Leave him in a ditch, swiftly
Don't pop no E, blowing steady on trees
Pass, pass that key, in my stained white tee
Your team dreaming, all the boys out committing treason
23 be my season, hit the trap no reason
School's out, where the hoes at? Stop, stop the track
Let me throw some racks, blast, blast it back
In my sack, got a 50, crush that open
I be feeling so nifty, why you acting shifty
Personally, I get litty
Switch on my game, couldn't f*ck with no lame
Not in this for that fame, here for that paper
Your girl, rate us, let me see her shake it
Pushing on P, poking at the O
Double that, it's the popo
Reverse that, it's the ops
Quick in my pocket, I gotta rocket
Let me, let me stop it
Getting too deep for these small minded freaks
Shoulda went to Colli, but trust I was up all night
Grinding for my freedom
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What do you know about Eleven, block
Aye, or what? This one's breezy
Come with that gasoline, leave your house on flames
Yeah, my name is engraved, till we dead in the grave
The opps think we got agendas, the opps got multiple genders
We laugh at them, cause they ain't sane
Their pronouns changing, 2K the new era
And all these people be acting so stupid, thinking it's a game
F*ck that, I paved a lane
Now true, say I'm engaged with this rapper life
Trapped, trapped in the slammer
Big 6 ain't living in the sticks
Don't do no deal on tick for that, you may quit
Shotting them little bricks, I call up Jay
Tell him, tell him, I think we made a way
So just say that you're going away
Today, we gonna make a bop, soon hit the shops
Pop the tags, don't wear no rags
My jeans stay sagged, my kettle cost 50
If I forget that your man act nifty
Leave him in a ditch, swiftly
Don't pop no E, blowing steady on trees
Pass, pass that key, in my stained white tee
Your team dreaming, all the boys out committing treason
23 be my season, hit the trap no reason
School's out, where the hoes at? Stop, stop the track
Let me throw some racks, blast, blast it back
In my sack, got a 50, crush that open
I be feeling so nifty, why you acting shifty
Personally, I get litty
Switch on my game, couldn't f*ck with no lame
Not in this for that fame, here for that paper
Your girl, rate us, let me see her shake it
Pushing on P, poking at the O
Double that, it's the popo
Reverse that, it's the ops
Quick in my pocket, I gotta rocket
Let me, let me stop it
Getting too deep for these small minded freaks
Shoulda went to Colli, but trust I was up all night
Grinding for my freedom
Aye, or what? This one's breezy
Come with that gasoline, leave your house on flames
Yeah, my name is engraved, till we dead in the grave
The opps think we got agendas, the opps got multiple genders
We laugh at them, cause they ain't sane
Their pronouns changing, 2K the new era
And all these people be acting so stupid, thinking it's a game
F*ck that, I paved a lane
Now true, say I'm engaged with this rapper life
Trapped, trapped in the slammer
Big 6 ain't living in the sticks
Don't do no deal on tick for that, you may quit
Shotting them little bricks, I call up Jay
Tell him, tell him, I think we made a way
So just say that you're going away
Today, we gonna make a bop, soon hit the shops
Pop the tags, don't wear no rags
My jeans stay sagged, my kettle cost 50
If I forget that your man act nifty
Leave him in a ditch, swiftly
Don't pop no E, blowing steady on trees
Pass, pass that key, in my stained white tee
Your team dreaming, all the boys out committing treason
23 be my season, hit the trap no reason
School's out, where the hoes at? Stop, stop the track
Let me throw some racks, blast, blast it back
In my sack, got a 50, crush that open
I be feeling so nifty, why you acting shifty
Personally, I get litty
Switch on my game, couldn't f*ck with no lame
Not in this for that fame, here for that paper
Your girl, rate us, let me see her shake it
Pushing on P, poking at the O
Double that, it's the popo
Reverse that, it's the ops
Quick in my pocket, I gotta rocket
Let me, let me stop it
Getting too deep for these small minded freaks
Shoulda went to Colli, but trust I was up all night
Grinding for my freedom
Writer: Shane Ryan
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