[Verse 1]

This the art of hustle, this the art of war

Five mil' in the crib and it got art galore

Shawty arch her back, like a masterpiece

I'm black but she white and she's a master freak

Got a lock on that pussy, I got the master key

She like them 'bout it 'bout it niggas, ugh, Master P

I'm a master chef, the way I whip a beat

The way I cook it and cut it, it's like I mastered the street

It's the art of grindin', bricks on consignment

50/50 chance that the plug ain't gon' find me

Life of the grindin', life of the slammin'

Hit a million dollar lick then I move to Miami

[Hook]

It's the art

11/11 I'm droppin' the album

It's the art

Them white 11s, you know I'm gon' have 'em

You have art

11:11, the Porsche 9/11, I just threw 11

Hustle is an art

Cause I've been gettin' money

And I've been out here thuggin' since I was 11

[Verse 2]

I must met her in Heaven

She like an angel like she got some wings

Put her on jets and I take her to countries

Fuck up the money and show her some things

Mention my name, let you mention the king

You must not know what I mean

When I say art of the hustle

My niggas, my brothas and bitch, I'ma ride for the team

11, 11, the brick 22 so the half was 11

Always gettin' money, I've been doin' this shit since I was 1-7

Yeah I was 17, nigga, with 17 niggas with MAC 11s

Now the bricks goin for 40, 32 shots, we invested in weapons

11 ARs, 11 AKs, 11 FNs

11 new cars, 11 new chains, but no new friends

The streets been askin'

I'm droppin' a classic to fuck up the streets

I do what I does

But not just for me, for my niggas to eat

And my bitch been complainin'

She thinkin' I'm fuckin' 11 new freaks

And my plug been complainin'

Like fuck all that rap shit, let's get to the streets

11, that's one over 10 and one under 12

And I'm still in the hood, [?] and runnin' from 12

[Hook]

11, 11, I'm droppin' the album

This the art

Them Legend 11s, you know I'm gon' grab 'em

This the art

11:11, the Porsche 9/11, I just threw 11

And I've been in the streets

And I've been gettin' money since I was 11

[Verse 3]

Just know that I'm comin'

Droppin' a classic to fuck up the streets

I do what I does

But not just for me, for my niggas to eat

If you fuck with your niggas

You keep it a hundred, you fuckin' with me

We gotta keep this shit alive

Can't let these fuck niggas slide

Fuck niggas tryna take over the game

Fuck all these niggas, I'm never gon' change

Fuck all these labels, I'm never gon' sign

Fuck all these bitches, ain't givin' 'em mind

Fuck all these rappers and albums they're droppin'

That shit ain't a hundred, I don't wanna hear it

Tired of hearin' he lyin' talkin' bout the streets

When niggas ain't been nowhere near it

But 11, 11

I'm comin', I promise, I won't let you down

I'ma give you my story

I give you pain, it's no fuckin' 'round

The struggle is real

My niggas got killed, my niggas doin' life

When we in the streets

And you in the office, it's fuck your advice

11, 11