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 (Woo) yeah (woo), woah (woo), 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 could 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 (ah, yeah) (uh-huh) I'm on the road, I'm on the way (ayy) I'm on eleven, I'm on eleven (ayy, ayy, ayy) Ayy, I'm lit like a light so you know when it's on (ah) Money is right, that's from owning the songs (ah) They see the streams, and they want a piece But they don't hit me 'cause they know the response (uh-huh) Yeah, it's gettin' better, as good as it gets They wanna collab and they lookin' for Nic A bunch of cheerleaders, they lookin' for splits 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 Stuffin' the duffel, but nothing would fit Play me on shuffle, there's nothing to skip You gonna bet, it's Russian roulette We goin' 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 (no) Never gets old, living this life, counting my blessings (uh-huh) I'm on the road, I'm on the way, I'm on eleven, I'm on eleven