Lyrics:
me
You still make me uneasy
I feel like I won easy
I feel like this shits dead now
And I'm not certified CP-
Are you really gonna leave me
Cause I'll
WITH EVERY COP WHO ASKS HER
WHY SHE’S NOT DRIVING ON THE RIGHT
KAREN IS YEARNING FOR THE DAYS
WHEN SHE WAS JUST 16
CHEERLEADING SQUAD
SINCE THEN SHE
OKcY
I was 16, bag of dreams
didn't know what I wanted to be
I believed - keen on history
stories keep haunting me
memories - bold is
tag my location
You can pull up
But you still ain't where I'm at
Bless me
Cause I'm on a new wave
My surf board is this pen and pad
And sharks looking
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Produced by
Parks (NZ)
Yo bring the beat back real fast, we attack
Got my mind way past the past
Hot bars in a 16 pack
And my rhymes quick slick like Dan
Damn we amazing
shut up, do not talk to me
Got Sosmula in this bitch he speaking Guapanese
(Mula, mula, mula)
I was in the kitchen by the dishes I was tan baggin'
i saw blood then shit got realer,
015, 6 man up in dinger,
By 16 bro i saw me a spinner,
Redz backed beef that day in the park,
That’s my nigga
billet j’y vais juste pour voir
Ah ich komm mit 16 Mann
In die Bank dann
Baller mit der pump gun
Bam bam bam
Stürmen den Safe patte ist Safe
Rauch
as bricks it’s trial and error this From experience no Pastor preach fuck a church bitch that’s prolly where the devil preach N i n a 9 mag or the 16 one in
figures, like a ménage the hard way, 16 poppen Dom, while niggaz poppen Andre????, aye n thats the type of shit that’s beyond me, bugging n my mind, but
the music back y'all,
Think back dig in the crates
Wiping dust off of tapes
CD's skipping cause of lil scrapes
Give you a hot 16 and the hook be a 8
Diss
choice, or better yet no voice
But still by that time I hope to write enough rhymes
To own a fleet real estate with a Rolce Royce
Rollin' deep through this
by a dog a yellow school bus
Sweet 16
That concert you missed
Your best friend and your first kiss
Learning to fall
Wanting it all
Believing in
I went out the door this morning
Walked along the concrete cracked and aged by elements that don't discriminate and don't give warning
And I walked
[Chorus - 2x]
My life is sweet
You could tell by the Benz and the Beamers and the Jeeps
Big wheels, big grills make them say oooh-weee
Custom made
others was blowing out 16 candles.
Happy birthday to you as I took plane rides to seattle.
See I was born on the coldest day of the year march 11th,
V1 (16)
Oh yes…I'm that cat that your mama warned you about/
See I don't care if you're a ditz of if you're clever (No)/
I've got a penchant for
surrounded
By shadows and gallows, my smoke is not a trail to follow
Survival is vital, smoke billows out the rival's window
Swindle vandals, selling handfuls
of this disease has been broken by me, die die die.
off a world tour like
I just ran for office
I'm on some Jedi Mind shit
This is brain slaughter insane author
Publishing and painting torture
Never be
is
Is you bloody dying
And if you bloody is
Go on and hit rewind
Room temp water over wine
The truth lit and don’t cost a dime
Barrel rolls preceded by
Pressa, pusha pressa
Never, under pressure
AMG, GTi, Porsche Panamera, 16V
Raba kena, shesha geza
I believe, Oskido at his peak
Family Tree, niggas
by
Your environment don't define you
But how do you transcend it?
But at the same time, you're growing
Mandem are listening to you, and youtdem are
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