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 f*ck 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