Miami nights, ain't another one
Get a heath at the 7-eleven
Level eleven, my raps from heaven
Riding around with ms. reece and them
I wake up at the slightest peep, and my sheets are 3 feet deepi guess it's hard for you to see
Nine eleven seven seven eleven people up in heaven waitin for me
The instant anybody disses eleven fierce rhyme missiles follow
Where to begin when love ends on a bad noteor being honest make the trust grow
When you rapping how i'm rapping, they fellatio free
Eleven years old why so young. is this gods plan for me,
For the emcees i'm commencing nine eleven with these rhyming rockets
It's fucking immaculate, the way your daughter smacking dicks
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