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the screen glass
Cowered safely out of the range of tear gas
In about the same amount of time
That I can make a bag of gear last
Wreck shit faster
Than 9/11

the young ones splittin' bus tickets
Staircase, grade 10, baby lick it
You found my rhymes when I was just 11
Freestyles and throw backs and baggy denim
The,

to think that living in this world was God gifted
All the shit I'm seeing now, I'm wondering if God did this
Nowadays, I can't even walk past 7-11 after it

perfect
Oh Lord have mercy, head, me burst it

Evil, dem say you ah di Devil nephew
Link Lalo, send fi di MAC11 tello
Man ah squeeze pon di trigger,

at the 'cession
Talkin' to her, we just messing
On the scale 1-10, she 11, still progressing
Could be falling like a fool
You got me questioning if I should

Kiss

puttin my dick where her throat at 
It Go pow pow pow I gottem bracin for the blowback 

Mac 11 I don't do no trippin 
Get the fuck out my face w that

And get everyone and everything 
They take off cause that metal sting 
I'm hot like when the kettle sing 
This what Mac 11 brings 
Bullets hit you and ya

some tissue
I grab the Tech that shit gone kick you
Mac 11 it's gone hit you
Put a bag up on yo head, them niggas bout to come and get you
Aye
I pop them

tax free
But they bunch of Billie Jean's use Plan B
Plan C, Mac 11 swing hands free
BAM
One shot they off the block like a track meet
30 Piece done

a lesson
Tamara done boost up my level
You can see me as i match up the devil
By this December i will be 11
I would have built mansion before 27
My mama, my

at the 7/11 honey dutches what I roll
Kick back off the snow and let the dro take it's toll
Niggas thinking they big, height ain't shit
Especially when I get

Watch her do her make up in the mirror
She a 10 when she get out of bed
But she 11 when she put together
Booty so good want that shit forever
She workin'

así

Guiando un 30 no quiero un Porche
Haciendo mis ventas desde los 11
Cabron yo soy león pero no soy de Ponce
Solo acepto oro no quiero bronze
To' los

Quiero un mapamundi que sea 1:1
Una lista de todo tu pensamiento
Si te digo que no oigo el ruido de tu silencio
Quiero meterme donde Julio Verne nunca fue

ਪਹੁੰਚਣ ਤੱਕ ਤਾਂ ਲਗਦਾ
ਵੇਹਲਾ ਹੋਜੂ ਜੱਟ ਕੁੜੇ

11 ਤਾਂ ਤੇਰੇ mag ਵਿਚ ਨੇ
Dashboard ਵਿਚ 40 ਵੇ
ਹੋਂਸਲੇ ਦੇ ਨਾਲ aim ਤੇ ਮਾਰੀ
ਐਵੇਂ ਨਾਂ ਕਰ ਜੀ ਕਾਹਲੀ ਵੇ
ਮੈਂ ਵੀਂ ਜੱਟਾ ਪਹੁੰਚ

J'amènerai une Roumaine
J'te promet chérie pour moi t'es la plus belle
s/o le 11 Septembre, j'vais cracher sur tes tours jumelles
J'sors de la salle de bain,

opportunities but we just keep on rollin' rollin'
Rollin down the street
Got all my music on repeat
Pull up to 7/11 high as fuck I need a treat
Got new numbers

SweetTarts
Roll up to the function in a Walmart shopping cart
Bad bitty on my right
Big men on my left
Ran out 7-11 with a slurpee call it petty theft

Bookin

emergency
She wants me home before it hits 11
Then she looking out for me
I hope u understand
Date with anxiety
Then there's depression
My main
And I cheating

at the camera look mom I made it
My ancestor slaved for this
My grandmother prayed for this
Couldn't do this on my own
Thank God for the assist
11 years in

that's why I know the difference 
Why I count my blessing 
1-11
I count em like steps on my stairway to heaven
I can't even tell you how much he done

Fido
This beat vibrate like a Xbox controller
Weed got me sayin shit backwards like Yoda
Out for the night like I slipped in a coma
11PM and I'm gone off

fading
Run and hide

I've got your sticks and stones
I can feel it in my bones
Hungry for 11 nights
Now feeling all alone
Take your shoes
Take a bow
I just

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