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Eleven12 Video (MV)




Performed By: York$ta
Length: 3:45
Written by: Brenton York




York$ta - Eleven12 Lyrics




Killing shit
Memories when we drillin shit
Yeah when we in the field and shit
Now a days
I rather smoke and chill and shit
Build and shit
Expand into expansions
Thats the trillest shit
Advancing them advances
That the illest Shit
Set the standard for the stances
That's the realest shit

I'm real as shit
Call my lady by name
Never call her bitch
If my homies need a hand
I'm right there to lift
Even if jus some words
That I came to give

3 bullets in tre poooound
Nah nigga u was not around
F*cking round wit them f*ck Around
Ion f*ck around
I be coolin wit a Bitch
Smoking out the pound
Probably slumped off a Xannie
Tryna get in her panties
And if you ain't in the family
Probably won't understand me
All them nights classy lady
We was starving no cable
Extension cords to the neighbors
True story no fable
When I couldn't go home
My step pops use to trip
I would sleep in car I
Or go creep in wit a Bitch
Cuz if it's after hours
Hewouldn't let me in
Leave me standing at the door
Like a lost kid
Embarrassed
Cuz I got a chip on my shoulder
Plus I'm tryna stop
My world from falling over
I babies on the way
The time getting closer
But Ima gangsta I can hold it
It ain't game but I control it
Ima soldier Ima show it
Pull the grippy Ima blow
I ain't got no time for it
If I can I avoid it
Gang on the iPhone
Traps gotta android it
Keep a blicky by my groined
Neva lacking I ain't goin
Nigga reepin what they sewin
She f*cked the homie for a sew in
Look
I know Niggaz who poke Niggaz for 3 figures
That ain't shit so I hope u get the big picture
False moves they smoking shit like a f*cking swisher
And I who am I to judge if ain't no Food around
And Niggaz ribs touching
That's what got em nina clutching
And tried to keep it humble
And the plug won't front u
It's ok to trip and to stumble
Jus don't fall and fumble

I swear In due time it all will come To you
All the bumps and bruises
Was put there to show u
After u go thru sum shit
The madness seem to mold u
Cuz when it's really real
Ain't no one to hold you
But when u f*ck up
They right there to scold you
Point they fingers and they laugh
Jus to say I told you
Fake I swear I hate it
And I can't portray it
How u say u love a nigga
But you really hate em
How u smile in his face
Strong hand shake
But can't wait to get the food
Off his f*cking plate
Can't wait to seek him down
So u watch and wait
Whole time that nigga really focused
On the cake
He can't even see u blind to the hate
He can't even see
His own mans A snake
Keep ya friends close
And ya enemies closer
Paranoid smoking weed
I can never be sober
Drop the Xannie in my lean
I be gone off the potion
Fall asleep counting money
Woke up still in motion
Pick the bread up off the floor
Like it's under the table
Cuz all this shit tax free
Yeah its under the table
I said I picked my bread up like it's Under the table
Cuz it's all tax free
Yea it's under the table
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Killing shit
Memories when we drillin shit
Yeah when we in the field and shit
Now a days
I rather smoke and chill and shit
Build and shit
Expand into expansions
Thats the trillest shit
Advancing them advances
That the illest Shit
Set the standard for the stances
That's the realest shit

I'm real as shit
Call my lady by name
Never call her bitch
If my homies need a hand
I'm right there to lift
Even if jus some words
That I came to give

3 bullets in tre poooound
Nah nigga u was not around
F*cking round wit them f*ck Around
Ion f*ck around
I be coolin wit a Bitch
Smoking out the pound
Probably slumped off a Xannie
Tryna get in her panties
And if you ain't in the family
Probably won't understand me
All them nights classy lady
We was starving no cable
Extension cords to the neighbors
True story no fable
When I couldn't go home
My step pops use to trip
I would sleep in car I
Or go creep in wit a Bitch
Cuz if it's after hours
Hewouldn't let me in
Leave me standing at the door
Like a lost kid
Embarrassed
Cuz I got a chip on my shoulder
Plus I'm tryna stop
My world from falling over
I babies on the way
The time getting closer
But Ima gangsta I can hold it
It ain't game but I control it
Ima soldier Ima show it
Pull the grippy Ima blow
I ain't got no time for it
If I can I avoid it
Gang on the iPhone
Traps gotta android it
Keep a blicky by my groined
Neva lacking I ain't goin
Nigga reepin what they sewin
She f*cked the homie for a sew in
Look
I know Niggaz who poke Niggaz for 3 figures
That ain't shit so I hope u get the big picture
False moves they smoking shit like a f*cking swisher
And I who am I to judge if ain't no Food around
And Niggaz ribs touching
That's what got em nina clutching
And tried to keep it humble
And the plug won't front u
It's ok to trip and to stumble
Jus don't fall and fumble

I swear In due time it all will come To you
All the bumps and bruises
Was put there to show u
After u go thru sum shit
The madness seem to mold u
Cuz when it's really real
Ain't no one to hold you
But when u f*ck up
They right there to scold you
Point they fingers and they laugh
Jus to say I told you
Fake I swear I hate it
And I can't portray it
How u say u love a nigga
But you really hate em
How u smile in his face
Strong hand shake
But can't wait to get the food
Off his f*cking plate
Can't wait to seek him down
So u watch and wait
Whole time that nigga really focused
On the cake
He can't even see u blind to the hate
He can't even see
His own mans A snake
Keep ya friends close
And ya enemies closer
Paranoid smoking weed
I can never be sober
Drop the Xannie in my lean
I be gone off the potion
Fall asleep counting money
Woke up still in motion
Pick the bread up off the floor
Like it's under the table
Cuz all this shit tax free
Yeah its under the table
I said I picked my bread up like it's Under the table
Cuz it's all tax free
Yea it's under the table
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Writer: Brenton York
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