11:11 (Outro)

(Ohh Ricardo I like this)

Just go for it
(Alright here goes nothing)

Ok

Go go go go go go ok
Go go go go

Yeah yeah yeah yeah
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
You ready let's go

Hey

Welcome to the scorpion den
Cause I'ma sting em
If you put me in the ring
With them niggas ima beat em
You could bring them to the vampire
Why it's time for feeding
It don't matter
I'm a beat em
I'm a cleave em
I'm a eat em
But I am not Jeffery Deemer
Opps I meant to say the Dahmer
You already know
The bomber that will come
And bomb your mama
It don't matter motherfucker
I'm a terror like Osama
Bitch

Now I am a owner
All the whips use to be stolen
They call me, Ricky Rackades
All that money I can't fold it
I be juggin
I be trapping
I be serving
I be moving
I got bitches trying to suck me
I just called her my little Hoover
I got my hand up on my Ruger
While she giving me medulla
Lil Zay you tweaked
How do you leave that in a Uber
Niggas fucked up
Eating noodle and a tuna
I'm at Ruth Chris
And I'm yelling at the waiter
Take the steak back
I want medium rare
Top down panties off
She wave em in the air
Wooo
I feel like Ric Flair
It look good for the 'Gram
This is how I got there

Adderall no sleep at night
Bitches wanna fuss and fight
Try to throw me off my square
And made me feel I wasn't right
Or because I had a vision
And they couldn't see the sight
You ain't stay to watch the game
But you expect a prize
(Yeah)
And that's the type I do despise
These niggas wish the worst for me
I can see it in their eyes
(Yeah)
I went downstate
And I did five
Look how long that I survived
Some never leave Division Nine
(Yeah)
While we at it free the guys
Pour out a little liquor
For the ones that's in the sky
Man, I miss my fuckin mom
Man, I miss the fuckin Don
I can't believe y'all really gone

Rest in peace, my brother Bullet (Chris)
Treecy
Mont
GQ
Stoney
OJ
Fred (Yeah)
I'll see y'all when I'm there

Back on my 10-4 shit
My Capo shit
Legend in the land
Niggas still gon' quote
My old shit
Never put your faith inside a bitch
Because them hoes switch
Heard she like to ski
What I got'll make your nose twitch
(Yeah)
Come spend the night at the loft
Come spend the night with the boss
Tell your nigga get lost
That boy ain't real he a fraud
Niggas ain't trill as I thought
I know you thought I was gone
I'm still the Head Capo In Charge

Yeah



Credits
Writer(s): Joel Shavers
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