11:11 (Intro)

Yeah
Man wish it was all a dream, damn
So, rest in peace to Greg, Joe, and yea Mac Miller
Most dope, so mannila
Tell my dead homies, finally makin' scrilla
Cuz' way back when, like mid blunt blazin'
Dads basement like a spaceship
All alone when I say shit
That fame shit, that's lame shit
All I know is pain bitch
Late payments, missed calls, so often in detainment
Oh my god
What am I saying? Why am I praying?
Life's been taken its toll, no detours, yeah I been payin'
Per usual, cleanin' dirty money out of my cuticles
Sellin' white and pharmaceuticals
Got me seeing mics as executable
Ya I'm built to last, meant to crash
Petty cash never last, had to grab a pen and pad
Know what it's like, life's been so everlasting
Bein' blunt, but I'm hopin' that you don't pass me
Cuz I ain't goin' out for nothing
Ever since my homies died
The halo shine been rusted
I say I'm fine, I'm frontin'
Every day been getting blunted
Mind cloudy as my judgment
Oh fuck, the beat switchin'
Hope you love it

(Baby Boomers, Gen X)
(These generations have all had their time in the sun)
(But there's a new flock on the horizon)
(The Millenialz)

Uh, various women I'm swimmin' in like a shark
Tear the pussy apart
Kill the sheets, run it back and restart
Shinin' like a diamond when I be rhymin'
But y'all in the dark
On point like a poisonous dart
I can feel it now, fame is comin' soon
How can sky be the limit when there's footprints on the moon, now
I used to bus tables, now I bust rhymes
Spittin' lines to the illest of dimes just to pass the time
Livin' like a don. Maffeitic mind state
Hip-hop heads never die, we multiply then dominate
Perpetrate any sneakin' fake that be comin' 'round our way
Smoke 'em and choke 'em like a bong, but we percolate
Now I been flowin' since an adolescent up until the present
Rehearsin' flows for various shows
Yeah, that's how I roll
Gettin' respected, never neglected
As I infect it, they detect it, when I dissect it rip it and wreck it
Now thats on a record, as the vinyl spins so slowly
Bringin' the verses like the holy bible, my flow is tribal
Meet me in the street homie I'm liable
To get it right then and there
Motherfuckers like where he come from?
Got music for days and then some
They were steppin' confident until I made 'em run
In your vicinity, murder evil entities better known as your enemies
You feel me now?
Spark the weed and you'll be coolin'
Chillin' relaxin' to this audio satisfaction
I leave emcees missin' in action
Leave you gashin, from a thousand lashes
While I'm laughin' with a passion
Standin' over you smilin', till I hear sirens
And now I'm dashin'. Motherfucker

Yea, yea, 11:11, mostly 4 millienialz, bitch
(That's S. wes, that's S. Wes, that's S.Wes)



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Writer(s): Wesley Sweetapple
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