QoR - Sixteen lyrics

[Bridge] Check Back in school I was the fool they used to kick around n***as used to clown Guess I ain't have enough glue for the cool kids to stick around I went a mile to try and go and find a different crowd Dozing off teacher screaming "Llama better listen now" Who would've known I'd be a mismatch Jock fearing dispatch That b**hes always told to kiss a** I skipped cla** to go play ball, But I was too small, They said they rather pick scabs than pick Lamique last [Verse 1] That's f**ed up f** it I ain't stressing it I'ma need some medicine Flow so cold like the north to a pelican Stepping to a negligent you better off running, I'm telling you for your benefit Rapping for the hell of it, Not for a life span The only occupation that didn't require height man But I can be spud if you might care And make it your worst nightmare When the mic in my right hand And like Stan you can be my fan And you ain't never ever gotta tell the world that you been riding with lah Up in the sky. In that DMC DeLorean it fly Music blasting out the speakers got the people feeling the vibe, i... Feel like I'm a very nice guy But if you cross my side of the line I'ma turn into a Venusaur f** a bread and bu*ter, this is war I don't need toast. I'ma need a sword for the metaphor Rhymes that can't ignore Rhymes that are kicking I'm kicking back and I'm chilling I'm chilling like I'm a villain A villain to all you children You children gon need some healing And a 36 pack of penicillin for you ceiling [Chorus] At 16.. I was spitting sixteens, ripped dreams MC's, they all started hiding Now them n***as talking 'bout my island I don't really give a f** So now they got a n***a Wilding out [Verse 2] Now them n***as talking 'bout Brooklyn ain't sh** They said the game needed change And I'm the n***a with cents But see I'm not the type of n***a that mix nickels and pens I triple my sh** You the type to sit on the bench You scary n***a, Nah I ain't talking bout grim It's like, I can move my fist just a inch and you flinch I breathe and you twitch I'm waiting like "you leaving a tip?" Even a pinch will leave you 6 feet deep in a ditch You say you built like a dog but you seem like a b**h You even got your guard dogs cause I'm deep in your b**h But see you been barking up the wrong tree So tell the cool kids that I can set em straight if they ever try to cross me [Chorus] At 16, I was spitting sixteens, ripped dreams MC's, they all started hiding Now them n***as talking bout my island I don't really give a f** So now they got a n***a Wildin out...