11:11

11:11

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11:11 (Repeat)

11:11 Rest in Peace Aunt Evelyn/ I’m in the four door with Edouble I know you up in heaven/ when they bring the weapons/ they hear from the Reverend/ you live by it you die by it, I try to tell em keep stepping/ 11:11

11:11, 11:11, 11:11

The hammer heavy like Thor Lord, no grammy but my award Lord,

Is somewhere in your cabinet I’m flamboyantly bored Lord

They running jewels like Killer Mike claim they love this dangerous life/

They gotta gotta be, gotta gotta be, gotta gotta be lying right?

I had misgivings (Ms Givens) like Iron Mike

Once was young but older right

Duck the body blow slip the right

Blowing smoke both high as kites

Threaten soul like South Korea

North border a born leader

Want a pint? I gave liters

In the street we both bleeders

Ruin nights like burnt food

Two of them some bad dudes

Bill Cosby snuck moleys what did Cockroach dad do?

Co defendant like Rance Allen singing loud that Jimmy Fallon

Playing host on the late night but no Roots so his tree light

The wind blows he offloads now you pray to heaven right?

Judge give you that fed time eleven count by eleven

I still believe that St. Luke that chapter 11 :11

11:11 Rest in Peace Aunt Evelyn/ I’m in the four door with Edouble I know you up in heaven/ when they bring the weapons/ they hear from the Reverend/ you live by it you die by it, I try to tell em keep stepping/ 11:11

Knine Lyrics

I think I heard my Momma say Im heading to the pen

I dont know,I couldnt hear her, I was sitting in a Benz

With the seat back, top down, music blastin

Pocket full of cash while my Momma fasting

And prayed that I dont get slain, dang

Jesus wasnt on my brain, man He was on my chain

In a iced out Jesus piece

Granny talking bout the Lord like she Jesus niece

And Im dumb cause I only want to see these streets

But they was having nightmares of me 6 feet deep

I thank God for his grace and mercy

My body could have been in the back of a hearse see

If my Momma didnt pray when they was trying to hurt me

First row at the funeral, them would have been her seats

When I could have got hit with the Smith and Wesson

They never quit it, they were committed to intersession

Swimming in sin He never let me drown

When I was high, He never let me down, I thank God cause I was wild.