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to nothing
Pressure of fight or flight it really get hard to stomach
Everyday the Morale in my spirit begin to plummet
Controlled by emotions becoming

Let it breathe
Yeah
Look
Took my first breath back in 97
Then I had to be a man by the age 11
Growing up in mili seconds
Rolling with the uncles

amazing
Never settled for anything less than best
I can't help it
I got enemies swearing under they breath
Intimidated by my presence
I'm leaving them

very long
Gotta a bitch in TSA who don't say shit when we get on
She always mind her business when them niggas hit the door
Call me 7/11 cuz im open 24

Tick Tok
It's around 11:30 and your ass still ain't home
I'm tired of all your bullshit lies
But I can't seem to leave you alone
I will hold

Been cooking up this shit
For a while
Eating my beats like a dinner at 11
I'm on my way
Telling that Paper
Still picking kicks I might need on the way
By

the highway
I'm gonna be late
This is gonna be a crazy ass day
October 6, 1998
It's 11:04 and I get an incoming call
It's the hospital telling me that my wife

While on others thou are calling
Do not pass me by

Cast me not away from your
Your presence Lord
Never leave, Never leave
Cast me not away from your

days after 9-11 heaven sent a remnant and ever since then
I been writing chapters, Writing mysteries
Filled with ease this ink is like lemonade
Let me

When I was a young boy
We'd hang out at the 7-11
Our reps were made by our scores
On a video game

Galaga was the title
And the goal was to roll it

marked up, but she don't have no tattoos
Let that white horse gon and sweep her mind away to a resort
Before he's deep in, Kisha's sipping martinis by

Uh
Looking back on life like a guy who's 97
But I wasn't even alive in 1997
Such a young'n that I can't remember 9/11
Now it's 2020 and I'ma make

I do it for love of money
And the smell of Chanel Number 5 when I'm hugging hunnies
Tell it by my eyes
If they ain't in the ride, they running from

ever
Yes you are going to have more bread by 11
No patent leather
Niggas gonna have they eyes on your checks
But I'm talking the ones on your shoes

nightmare
How I wan take sleep?
Oh, God of 11:59,
The year don finish wetin we dey play na extra time
No forget say na by this time you path the Red Sea
When

racism
Now I couldn't understand cause my familly was multicultural ivorian congolese Lebanese every type of creed that there is
Now picture me 11 years

Boxed in
By those who don't understand
His anointed
I am the secret weapon

But too modest
To ever draw it
Cause see I am "baby girl"
The innocent

with the science
They trying to give you hope. What they selling, you should quit buying
Shooting through the line like a Mac 11
Hit you like a bullet,

calling for me
These matters are mediocre, I am not conforming
I twist up the truth in my head, give myself no warning
And I'll be fresh up out the ward if

staring at me?
When I'm covered by the blood just like a bear attacked me
I'd say get on my level, but that'd be unfair 'cuz actually you would have

Jump, jump!
Très haut!
Jump, jump!
Tout le monde!
Le D-R-A-M-A-T-I-K avec un cas atterissa au nord d’America
J’ai le hardcore hyper alors sors ton

the song that I play by rote
 There's a symphony inside my heart
 And every note is beating to be FREE
 To sound what's in my soul
 FREE to make the vision

Another triple double for him 
Hooks melodies and rap
Killing these rappers wth out straps 

I could never say I did it by myself 
But If ain't start alone

keep moving to the top is where you'll get one day 

Verse 1
Dreams are manifesting, still be questioning, all my blessing, shit got me stressing set