2011 lyrics

by

Mick Jenkins


[Verse 1: 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' sh*t to n*ggas you ain't know is foolish, like
You don't talk that code, that system sh*t, you just go do it right
Busy playin' all the angles, still think we congruent, how?
n*ggas booed him, wow, n*ggas cut his time, n*ggas threw him out
Valet boutique parley, then the n*ggas missin' classes, now
I'm rappin' and my shorty with me plottin' on a master's
I'm like, "Damn"

[Chorus: 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
[Verse 2: Mick Jenkins]
It was 2014 before The Waters broke
Was pregnant with ideas, callin' audibles, I didn't have my
Focus down, all a n*gga 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, n*gga
Clearly we not dyin' out, these ain't bars we buyin' out
n*ggas sippin' spirits, n*ggas vaxin' mine, n*ggas 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, sh*t is serious
Only way you hearin' it is baritone
Catch me out in traffic with my b*tch
She got her master's, gotta buy my masters back
Ain't that some sh*t, my n*gga? Damn

[Chorus: 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
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