Eleven (feat. J Murda)

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Wreck Rider

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Uh yeah, uh yeah
Uh yeah, rrraahhh

Moonlight in three stages
Homicides on front pages
Timmy's mom is going crazy
Hasn't had her fixing lately
At your throat conflicted rabies

Work the pot with magic ladles
Run your block with magic fables
Trump in office, now my daughters (hiding)

Cause this fucker got them loud, hard to just be dark and proud
Tires swing in every town, countless jewels inside the crown
Countless eyes inside the crowd, need my money right now
Not just unreliable he's mister let a nigga down
Clowns waste their lives and I'm supposed to sympathize, shit
I'll let my weed burn and write my verses in the clouds, yeah
Gutter nigga, city slicker, my lighter flicker on it
Love me baby can you take me, right where them niggas want it
Not the city where they fronting, I wanna see them earn it
I'm the fluid for the fire, Ghost Rider tires burning
8 to 8 or 9 to 10, afford to compromise
I jump in front of bullets daily I got to hide
Lay with me and can I get away, in the greenest eyes
Wavy til I capsize, I'm down like I'm hogtied
Running like I'm wired, not enough for me to try
We bang out with fangs out, what a fight night
Low bandanas, old bananas, yeah it's a gunfight
Spent years trying to change huh, I'm still the shit right
For everything I gain, there's something else I lose
15 to pick and choose, I live by better rules
Don't get this shit confused, I'm higher than your fucking views
I line ya rappers up and knock'em down how I fucking choose
Oh I hope you got a better plan than running nigga
We are turnt to eleven and we're ready nigga

Everything I gain is everything I lose
15 to pick and choose, I live by better rules
Don't get this shit confused, I'm higher than your fucking views
I line these rappers up and knock'em down how I fucking choose
Oh I hope you got a better plan than running sucka
We are turnt to eleven and we're gaining on ya
The sky is falling, sky is falling and I'm here to warn ya
We are turnt to eleven and we're gaining on ya

Thanks Wreck for giving this blank check
Opportunity cause lifes been treating me like a train wreck
I've done my dang best, try not to obtain stress
Take your main guess at what my brain gets
The weed been keeping me on track to manage pain less
Rhyme in my veins and I can't rest
Wish I was better but I ain't yet
But to complain mang got me feeling lame, yes
Nobody wanna see me rap, they just all wanna bring me back
To the E pill days till they see me snap like please relapse we need that rap
Say your cheesy crap like easy mac, oh goddamn don't feed me that
I've been at it on shop with the heat relax, retreat beef when it's beef we bless
Cheek so sweet we skeet we dash, de ddde ddde de dats
All for you folks rip the beat with class
Peace to ya Wreck we got get the cash
Peace to ya Wreck breaking piece a the stash
Murders on fleet puffing cheeb than I pass
Chief on the reef til we fall on ours
Lungs collapse, lungs collapse

Everything I gain is everything I lose
15 to pick and choose, I live by better rules
Don't get this shit confused, I'm higher than your fucking views
I line these rappers up and knock'em down how I fucking choose
Oh I hope you got a better plan than running sucka
We are turnt to eleven and we're gaining on ya
The sky is falling, sky is falling and I'm here to warn ya
We are turnt to eleven and we're gaining on ya

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