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yo gotti - 11 lyrics

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-ssy, i got the master key
she like them ’bout it ’bout it n-gg-s, 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
the life of the grindin’, the life of the slammin’
hit a million dollar lick then i move to miami

it’s the art
11/11 i’m droppin’ the alb-m
it’s the art
them white 11s, you know i’m gon’ have ’em
you have art
11:11, it’s pointin’ at 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

i’m of metal and heaven
she like an angel like she got some wings
put her on jets and i take her to countries
f–k 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-gg-s, my brothas and b-tch, 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-t since i was 1-7
yeah i was 17, n-gg-, with 17 n-gg-s with mac 11s
now the bricks [?] 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 cl-ssic to f–k up the streets
i do what i does
but not just for me, for my n-gg-s to eat
and my b-tch been complainin’
she thinkin’ i’m f–kin’ 11 new freaks
and my pub been complainin’
like f–k all that rap sh-t, 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 12s

11, 11, i’m droppin’ the alb-m
this the art
them legend 11s, you know i’m gon’ grab ’em
this the art
11:11, it’s pointin’ at 11, i just threw 11
and i’ve been in the streets
and i’ve been gettin’ money since i was 11

just know that i’m comin’
droppin’ a cl-ssic to f–k up the streets
i do what i does
but not just for me, for my n-gg-s to eat
if you f–k with your n-gg-s
you keep it a hundred, you f–kin’ with me
we gotta keep this sh-t alive
can’t let these f–k n-gg-s slide
f–k n-gg-s tryna take over the game
f–k all these n-gg-s, i’m never gon’ change
f–k all these labels, i’m never gon’ sign
f–k all these b-tches, ain’t givin’ ’em mind
f–k all these rappers and alb-ms they’re droppin’
that sh-t ain’t a hundred, i don’t wanna hear it
tired of hearin’ he lyin’ talkin’ bout the streets
when n-gg-s 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–kin’ ’round
the struggle is real
my n-gg-s got k!lled, my n-gg-s doin’ life
when we in the streets
and you in the office, it’s f–k your advice
11, 11

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