T-REV4G - 11:11 (feat. DJSUSANOO)

It's 11:11, I look up to heaven
My palms is itching
I'm wishing for millions
I know I'm gone get it
I just wanna feel it
like Corona symptoms
I just wanna smell it
I'm sick to my stomach
Like drinking unleaded
The gas in my blunt
You can smell it
It's deadly, my eyes on the prize
Like a pirate, not Fetty
This Goat On A Boat
and you niggas ain't ready
I sat and I waited, like traffic in Cali
I know I'm not average
I'm fuckin a baddie
The music I make
Gotta go down in history
Play me forever, like Bradley
I'm limitless, don't need a pill
Cause I know that they feeling me
Deep as a needle
I fill 'em wit insulin, Goat since a fetus
Ya'll sweeter then cinnamon
Makin excuses, they say I'm too lyrical
Don't wanna verse me
Like Jesus, I'm spiritual
Colder then Jeezy, don't want me to tell the truth
Hotter then Weezy when he dropped Tha Carter 2
Bitch I'm the goat ain't no telling me no, like a fire
I roll, never stopping the flow
When I drop, We gone blow
Like a hoe, on some Coke
Put a Glock to ya nose
Ain't no talkin no mo BITCH!
It's 11:11, I look up to heaven
My palms is itchin, I'm wishin for millions
I know I'm gone get it
I just wanna feel it
Like corona symptoms
I just wanna smell it
I'm sick to my stomach
Like drinkin unleaded, the gas in my blunt
You can smell it, it's deadly
My eyes on the prize
Like a pirate not Fetty
This Goat On A Boat, and u niggas ain't ready
Like a 20 foot wall
I'm hard to get over
Got no time for feelings
I'm cold as October
She missing me crazy
I trap on the daily
I'm chasin' this paper
I need me a staple, got no time for haters
We just tryna make it
She hate that I'm busy
My phone is vibrating
Witch do not disturb
While I'm tryna make history
Go get the strap
If he think about dissing me
Like I'm a lesbian
Niggas can't fuck wit me, stitching 'em u
Like they came out of surgery
Dig 'em a grave, cause these niggas up under me
Pinned to a cross
If u Niggas try haunting me
Bitch ima boss, no one seein
Me honestly, look up to no one
But god and that Nigga free
My daddy, that's my pops bitch, TGC!
It's 11:11, I look up to heaven
My palms is itchin, I'm wishin for millions
I know I'm gone get it
I just wanna feel it
Like corona symptoms
I just wanna smell it
I'm sick to my stomach
Like drinkin unleaded, the gas in my blunt
You can smell it, it's deadly
My eyes on the prize
Like a pirate not Fetty
This Goat On A Boat, and u niggas ain't ready

Written by:
Trevlyn Stagg Hammond

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