​eleven

[Intro]
Er-ic God-low, yeah

[Verse]
Okay, I get the message
I been here spinnin' and I'm drillin' more than ever
Here's the plan, I make the hits, you listen better
Feel like Son of Sam, it's demon time, you know the setup
Been like somethin' mad, it's crazy how you keep the rem up
Finally got some fans, I'm cultlike, Jimmy Jones, whatever
Billy Butcher kill your heroes, and it's nothin' special
Millie Bobby, I'm eleven though, so shut the fuck up
You out herе robbin', I'ma catch it though, so keep a light touch
I'm weavin', bobbin' now, I'm blessed to bе on top of my stuff
I'm up and plottin' like I'm graphin' NFTs like a cuck
I'm big bossin' but I got both eyes
And I see all of the big sobbin' motherfuckers takin' most of this up

[Refrain]
Well, well I ain't the one, and I ain't dumb
I keep my pockets stuffed, and keep a head like in front
Keep my dividends comin' and keep my juice in my cup
I don't share with nobody, it's me or not me, wassup, yeah
I ain't the one, aye, and I ain't dumb
I keep my pockets stuffed, and keep a head like in front
Keep my dividends comin' and keep my juice in my cup
I don't share with nobody, it's me or not me, wassup, yeah
I ain't the one, and I ain't dumb
I keep my pockets stuffed, and keep a head like in front
Keep my dividends comin' and keep my juice in my cup
I don't share with nobody, it's me or not me, wassup, yeah