Unreachable
I'm ascending to heights
I thought I never reach
I been fucking on bitches
I thought I never meet
I'm ascending to heights
I thought I never reach
I been fucking on bitches
I thought I never meet
Tryna come up off me
Is what you call a leach
You gotta leave them people
Where they suppose be
Cut you off
Even if you was once close to me
It is what it is
If that's what It's suppose to be
Cut you off even if you was close to me
It is what it is
If that's what it's suppose to be
Cutoff so many niggas in my circle
That I cut myself
Had to let go everything
That Wouldn't building wealth
I created a brand
It stand for myself
Mr. ElevenOuttaTen
The man wit plan
Do my dance
Like Clarence
You know I'm the man
Went shit was going wrong
Is all apart of the plan
I was taught to find a way
Ever since a young man
If the zone didn't work
We switched man the man
You gon needa pilot just to catch up to the shit I did
Leave a sour taste in your mouth
Like sum mustard do
Niggas soft served
Man y'all really is custers dude
I done finally got leg up
Like Right handed nigga
Wit left hand layup
Out rapping you niggas
Is really like lay up
Just like taking yo bitch
She right here laid up
Give a triple or double
I intend on meeting Dre
Don't let go over yo head
Like a iguodala fade
I know some niggas that's mad
That wanna run my fade
Ain't never afraid to lose
We can run the fade
You gon needa pilot just to catch up to the shit I did
Leave a sour taste in your mouth
Like sum mustard do
Niggas soft served
Man y'all really is custers dude
I thought I never reach
I been fucking on bitches
I thought I never meet
I'm ascending to heights
I thought I never reach
I been fucking on bitches
I thought I never meet
Tryna come up off me
Is what you call a leach
You gotta leave them people
Where they suppose be
Cut you off
Even if you was once close to me
It is what it is
If that's what It's suppose to be
Cut you off even if you was close to me
It is what it is
If that's what it's suppose to be
Cutoff so many niggas in my circle
That I cut myself
Had to let go everything
That Wouldn't building wealth
I created a brand
It stand for myself
Mr. ElevenOuttaTen
The man wit plan
Do my dance
Like Clarence
You know I'm the man
Went shit was going wrong
Is all apart of the plan
I was taught to find a way
Ever since a young man
If the zone didn't work
We switched man the man
You gon needa pilot just to catch up to the shit I did
Leave a sour taste in your mouth
Like sum mustard do
Niggas soft served
Man y'all really is custers dude
I done finally got leg up
Like Right handed nigga
Wit left hand layup
Out rapping you niggas
Is really like lay up
Just like taking yo bitch
She right here laid up
Give a triple or double
I intend on meeting Dre
Don't let go over yo head
Like a iguodala fade
I know some niggas that's mad
That wanna run my fade
Ain't never afraid to lose
We can run the fade
You gon needa pilot just to catch up to the shit I did
Leave a sour taste in your mouth
Like sum mustard do
Niggas soft served
Man y'all really is custers dude
Credits
Writer(s): Dayon Holmes
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