Sweet 16 (feat. RUSUR)

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