11AM In San Juan Lyrics

Getting ready i'm loading the tape

On the road to my escape

Bruises tears and scars

Feeling bipolar like two-face

I'm still thinking bout what you said

Now they only see two faces

Fuck politics fuck presidents

And fuck who's writing statements

It's funny my crodie bout action he playing charades

He don't got shit to say

Asking bout family these niggas keep stalking the page

Fuck who not here today

Stabbed my back and i still feel okay

Sharpen up your blades

Iron sharpens iron

And we bound to leave a dirty stain

It's three o'clock up on the wall

And I been sipping drinks

Brody got my back like nine o'clock

So don't you fucking blink

Worried bout the timing and they let the ship fucking sink

These niggas ain't original

It's pitiful they on the brink

Sorry for the weight hope you know this shit get critical

Trying to make a play

These niggas copy shit get difficult

I need my residuals for drugs and i need plentiful

Don't let them diminish you

And act like your shit typical

I done taught these niggas they my sons

But i'm one of one

Hoping that the kid not the run

I just don't post for fun

Niggas act tough can't put them up

But rapping bout guns

Feeling like the alpha

Shit ironic smoove the only one