"2011" lyrics
[Mick Jenkins:]
Yeah, went to school in Alabama, met free nation
Had the California on me, I think higher education, a sensation
Chicago in my body, though, just for your information
I don't get how y'all see flattery in imitation
I'm something they can't copy, though
Started with the poetry, I just wanted to be popular
And then I got the hoes on me, but that really ain't spark nothing
Then I got some flow in me, and then I threw some art in there
Then I put a thousand hours in, then ten thousand hours in
Fifty thousand hours in, it was dark in there
Always thought that poppin' shit to niggas you ain't know is foolish, like
You don't talk that code, that system shit, you just go do it right
Busy playin' all the angles, still think we congruent, how?
Niggas booed him, wow, niggas cut his time, niggas threw him out
Valet boutique parley, then the niggas missin' classes, now
I'm rappin' and my shorty with me plottin' on a master's
I'm like, "Damn"
[Venna:]
Feet, don't fail me now
Feet, don't fail me now
Did ten thousand hours, feet, don't fail me now
Feet, don't fail me now
Now, now, now, now
[Mick Jenkins:]
It was 2014 before The Waters broke
Was pregnant with ideas, callin' audibles, I didn't have my
Focus down, all a nigga knew was we had ultra sounds
Couldn't see it clearly, we had hope around and maybe
Too much smoke was rollin' back to back, no questions why it's hazy
I was stressin', I was everything but lazy, plenty wrinkles would get ironed out
We was only wrong about the timing like the Mayans, nigga
Clearly we not dyin' out, these ain't bars we buyin' out
Niggas sippin' spirits, niggas vaxin' mine, niggas disappearin'
Fifteen seconds on the 'net with no connection
Now you timin' out, climbed up out a barrel full of crab
Feel like everybody rap, can't give everybody dap
No new affiliates, everybody with me know that low-key, shit is serious
Only way you hearin' it is baritone
Catch me out in traffic with my bitch
She got her master's, gotta buy my masters back
Ain't that some shit, my nigga? Damn
[Venna:]
Feet, don't fail me now
Feet, don't fail me now
Did ten thousand hours, feet, don't fail me now
Feet, don't fail me now
Now, now, now, now
Yeah, went to school in Alabama, met free nation
Had the California on me, I think higher education, a sensation
Chicago in my body, though, just for your information
I don't get how y'all see flattery in imitation
I'm something they can't copy, though
Started with the poetry, I just wanted to be popular
And then I got the hoes on me, but that really ain't spark nothing
Then I got some flow in me, and then I threw some art in there
Then I put a thousand hours in, then ten thousand hours in
Fifty thousand hours in, it was dark in there
Always thought that poppin' shit to niggas you ain't know is foolish, like
You don't talk that code, that system shit, you just go do it right
Busy playin' all the angles, still think we congruent, how?
Niggas booed him, wow, niggas cut his time, niggas threw him out
Valet boutique parley, then the niggas missin' classes, now
I'm rappin' and my shorty with me plottin' on a master's
I'm like, "Damn"
[Venna:]
Feet, don't fail me now
Feet, don't fail me now
Did ten thousand hours, feet, don't fail me now
Feet, don't fail me now
Now, now, now, now
[Mick Jenkins:]
It was 2014 before The Waters broke
Was pregnant with ideas, callin' audibles, I didn't have my
Focus down, all a nigga knew was we had ultra sounds
Couldn't see it clearly, we had hope around and maybe
Too much smoke was rollin' back to back, no questions why it's hazy
I was stressin', I was everything but lazy, plenty wrinkles would get ironed out
We was only wrong about the timing like the Mayans, nigga
Clearly we not dyin' out, these ain't bars we buyin' out
Niggas sippin' spirits, niggas vaxin' mine, niggas disappearin'
Fifteen seconds on the 'net with no connection
Now you timin' out, climbed up out a barrel full of crab
Feel like everybody rap, can't give everybody dap
No new affiliates, everybody with me know that low-key, shit is serious
Only way you hearin' it is baritone
Catch me out in traffic with my bitch
She got her master's, gotta buy my masters back
Ain't that some shit, my nigga? Damn
[Venna:]
Feet, don't fail me now
Feet, don't fail me now
Did ten thousand hours, feet, don't fail me now
Feet, don't fail me now
Now, now, now, now
Writer(s): Malik Venner, Eliot Dubock, Jayson Jenkins
