Nonstop Da Hitman - 11 lyrics

[Verse 1] This the art of hustle, this the art of war Five mil' in the crib and it got art galore Shawty arch her back, like a masterpiece I'm black but she white and she's a master freak Got a lock on that p**y, I got the master key She like them 'bout it 'bout it n***as, ugh, Master P I'm a master chef, the way I whip a beat The way I cook it and cut it, it's like I mastered the street It's the art of grindin', bricks on consignment 50/50 chance that the plug ain't gon' find me Life of the grindin', life of the slammin' Hit a million dollar lick then I move to Miami [Hook] It's the art 11/11 I'm droppin' the album It's the art Them white 11s, you know I'm gon' have 'em You have art 11:11, the Porsche 9/11, I just threw 11 Hustle is an art Cause I've been gettin' money And I've been out here thuggin' since I was 11 [Verse 2] I must met her in Heaven She like an angel like she got some wings Put her on jets and I take her to countries f** up the money and show her some things Mention my name, let you mention the king You must not know what I mean When I say art of the hustle My n***as, my brothas and b**h, I'ma ride for the team 11, 11, the brick 22 so the half was 11 Always gettin' money, I've been doin' this sh** since I was 1-7 Yeah I was 17, n***a, with 17 n***as with MAC 11s Now the bricks goin for 40, 32 shots, we invested in weapons 11 ARs, 11 AKs, 11 FNs 11 new cars, 11 new chains, but no new friends The streets been askin' I'm droppin' a cla**ic to f** up the streets I do what I does But not just for me, for my n***as to eat And my b**h been complainin' She thinkin' I'm f**in' 11 new freaks And my plug been complainin' Like f** all that rap sh**, let's get to the streets 11, that's one over 10 and one under 12 And I'm still in the hood, [?] and runnin' from 12 [Hook] 11, 11, I'm droppin' the album This the art Them Legend 11s, you know I'm gon' grab 'em This the art 11:11, the Porsche 9/11, I just threw 11 And I've been in the streets And I've been gettin' money since I was 11 [Verse 3] Just know that I'm comin' Droppin' a cla**ic to f** up the streets I do what I does But not just for me, for my n***as to eat If you f** with your n***as You keep it a hundred, you f**in' with me We gotta keep this sh** alive Can't let these f** n***as slide f** n***as tryna take over the game f** all these n***as, I'm never gon' change f** all these labels, I'm never gon' sign f** all these b**hes, ain't givin' 'em mind f** all these rappers and albums they're droppin' That sh** ain't a hundred, I don't wanna hear it Tired of hearin' he lyin' talkin' bout the streets When n***as ain't been nowhere near it But 11, 11 I'm comin', I promise, I won't let you down I'ma give you my story I give you pain, it's no f**in' 'round The struggle is real My n***as got k**ed, my n***as doin' life When we in the streets And you in the office, it's f** your advice 11, 11