Sweet 16 (feat. RUSUR)

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Johnny Gr4ves

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Another sweet 16
Sweet 16, sweet 16
When I was just 16
Maracas to the head like gunpoint
Spitting off the fat dreads left from crowd joints
Unsteady 'til I bank coin for familia
Rising from the dead like MJ
I be thrilling 'em
Still killing 'em
Hope my name lives through death
Still second coming
Flyer in designer vest
No excuse, son, don't waste your breath
The rap-ture is on the brink 3 seconds left
Out of this world, but you scared, Xenophobe
I'mma hit you where the bass blare, he got probed
I'm making gold at the lightest touch
Do as you're told, you'll get the Midas clutch
Tougher than a husk, but no brittle
Light it in a tinderbox, got that fire to kindle
Some people call me Newton, I give them jewels
Rumpled, still spitting gold on my way to school
When I Write, Rap, Record, Repeat
Write, Rap, Record, Repeat
Write, Rap, Record, Repeat
Every single morning, wake up in them beats
When I write, Rap, Record, Repeat
Write, Rap, Record, Repeat
Write, Rap, Record, Repeat
Every single morning, wake up in them beats
Put some pencil to the paper, tell me how you feeling
Think it out, jot it down tell me how you dealing
Spread emotions on the page and call it mental healing
It's a way to escape all the realness
In case you couldn't tell, I mean business
Put your finger to the trigger y'all are dismissed
I got a love for the game it's my mistress
Don't go and tell my girl, she don't know the difference
I make her fancy
Put on them stilettos even though she like dancing
Girl You know you're ghetto so let's get that ass clapping
All this talk about the money, man that ain't rapping
Gotta tell a story and let us know what's been happening
1990's are over so go pull up your pants man
Honey, honey come over I know you ain't a rap fan
But you know I got it so let's take a break and think about it
You know you can't live without the
Write, Rap, Record, Repeat
Write, Rap, Record, Repeat
Write, Rap, Record, Repeat
Every single morning, wake up in them beats
When I write, Rap, Record, Repeat
Write, Rap, Record, Repeat
Write, Rap, Record, Repeat
Every single morning, wake up in them beats
Another sweet 16
Sweet 16, sweet 16
When I was just 16
Aye, can you believe it?
Another sweet 16
Sweet 16, sweet 16
When I was just 16
Believe it or not, I wrote these when I was just 16

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