"Eleven" lyrics

I'm still that same old guy with a brand new style and no addresses (Yeah)
Taking my time, I'm paying no mind, I can't address it (Yeah)
Never gets old, living this life, counting my blessings (Woah)
I'm on the road, I'm on the way, I'm on eleven, I'm on eleven

(Whoo) Yeah, (Whoo), woah, (Whoo), look
I had to switch up the zip code, never switch up on the ones from the way back when
I had to switch up the engine, still the same drive that I had from the way back then
I had to switch up the tempo, look at the time, it's running out quick, woah
Hold up, (Hold up)
Playing my hand, never foldin' (Foldin')
I'm tryna live in the moment (Moment)
Put it all out in the open (Open)
I'm tryna get to the end zone
Running it up, crescendo
Don't need a reason, I said so
And you can put that on my headstone, yeah

I'm still that same old guy with a brand new style and no addresses (Okay)
Taking my time, I'm paying no mind, I can't address it (Noo)
Never gets old, living this life counting my blessings (Aah, yeah)
I'm on the road, I'm on the way, (Ayy)
I'm on eleven, I'm on eleven

Look like I like what you know on this song
Money is right, it's from owning a song
They see the streams, and they want a piece
But they don't hear me 'cause they know the response (Aha)
It's getting better, as good as it gets
They wanna collab and they looking for Nic
A bunch of cheerleaders, they looking for spli-i-its
My circle is tight, and it's tight to the hip
Nice with the hits, I'm like Tyson with fists
I don't fish for the stick, bring it right to the ship
Stuff in the duffel, but nothing will fit
Play me on shuffle, there's nothing to skip
You gonna bet, it's Russian Roulette
We going stupid, as dumb as it gets
Yeah, yeah, yeah

I'm still that same old guy with a brand new style and no addresses (Okay)
Taking my time, I'm paying no mind, I can't address it (Noo)
Never gets old, living this life counting my blessings (Aha)
I'm on the road, I'm on the way, I'm on eleven, I'm on eleven