Fonz-E Mak - Not So Sweet Sixteen lyrics

[Hook: Martin $ky] Here's my not so sweet sixteen, here's my not so sweet sixteen, n***a Here's my not so sweet sixteen, here's my not so sweet sixteen, I'm finna spit it Here's my not so sweet sixteen, here's my not so sweet sixteen, n***a Here's my not so sweet sixteen, here's my not so sweet sixteen [Verse 1: Martin $ky] Uhh, A n***a hoppin fences These n***as claim they getting tic but sittin on them benches YMCA, MEMBER$ ONLY on replay As I be cruisin rudely I'm pursuing on this freeway I'm tryna get a buzz like I'm Lightyear Walkin on this pavement to my destination while I'm rockin nice gear You caught the word play then you got a nice ear Bout to blast off from the pad homie I'm all clear n***as know my lyrics bring Ice like Sea Glow The beat bang hard like I got the sh** from Premo Prepare for domination, I'm conquering up the windy city Makin moves got a couple of these chickens with me Heads turn when they see me on the microphone Spittin out that fire flame, burnin up the metronome I'm headed home with these foreign trees, gettin blown Writin raps, I be chillin while a n***a gettin on It's Martin $ky.. [Hook: Fonz-E Mak] Uhn, this my not so sweet sixteen, this my not so sweet sixteen, wait This my not so sweet sixteen, this my not so sweet sixteen, I'm finna kick it [Verse 2: Fonz-E Mak] Effort is worthless when crossing this wordsmith I'm back kicking merciless verses, true story No fiction, I'm fixin' to get it shaking, the wordplay is epileptic Around some flashing lights its gonna get hectic Lethal as weapons in the hands of that Danny Glover, aye tell Donald to duck if he acting childish I'm grinding harder than thirty hits from Guile fists Sonic boom in ya room, if you a coon hope you get scratched by a rac one Turning collabs into Iraq son, this is war Word life, you dudes rhymes be terd-like But I ain't stopping til my level is bird, kite Plane, etc, see team BC, must be Seen on them tv screens, thats real rap And we'll in fact, k** them tracks Go Uma Thurman on them words and such Dont worry so much That's what I'm telling my suburban chick Wandering the world, tryna found out what my purpose is And maybe to this rap, I'm the perfect fit Well I can with this, yeah Fonz-E Mak is the name, boy....