Smoov-E - Only Sixteen lyrics

[Intro] [Verse 1: Frank Knight] By lawless young brawlers who now flawless young ballers Who came from nickel-and-diming to moving quarters on corners Still some cats here stressing tryna whip they self a blessing While other cats fascinated repping with a weapon You know them they the grown premature crack babies In the special ed cla**es cause they actions seen as crazy But the system dismissed them no counseling was giving Even though they loco they thorough they never give in They quick to give the business cause they roll they is with the team But weak sneaking sniffs of things from the triple beam See it's hell they stuck in and they prone for self destruction Cause back in they own home they ain't treated well for nothing They faced all abuses and got written off as stupid So they hit the block got raised outside like the stoop-kid Sadly imitating their parents they turning fiends Like Dukie turning Pookie fiend on that wire scene [Hook: Frank Knight] A real thug n***a I breathe through the streets Feel like a young n***a in the middle east I'm only sixteen, with a M-16 I'm only sixteen, with a M-16 (2x) [Verse 2: Smoove] Ayo at 15 got bullied by D on the playground At 16 co*ked the nine millie laid D down Take caution while reaching for wallets while police round Sometimes I think that it's my bro bleeding out on the ground Wild some walking through the hood hearing these loud siren sounds But f** that if that last line happens in mankind I show you a real n***a's what I define Labels a never combine two n***a's like us with the sickest rhymes Y'all get f**ed from a three sixty, a catchy hook that rhyme Cowards die from a bullet dipped in cyanide My future straight and brighter than a coke line That was hit four times, by an old guy That's loose around the edges like a bow tie Pack shells bigger than fries from five guys Only time I get peace is when I smoke lie I just want to grab my nickel plated nine And blow out my vivid mind [Hook: Frank Knight] A real thug n***a I breathe through the streets Feel like a young n***a in the middle east I'm only sixteen, with a M-16 I'm only sixteen, with a M-16 (2x) [Verse 3: Frank Knight] Still throwing up Tookie, spitting loogies in the street Moving with the goonies using toolies when they speak They rowdy young dudes riding in they mama whips On the strip tryna find a lick to buy the flyer kicks Some kids in the clique packed a clip to fill the fridge Taking care they sibs cause some parents ain't fit for kids How you expect to raise a seed and teach them good from evil When you drugged out spending all they child support on needles You Christ-Less, ain't what Christ is your life a crisis Story wicked as Isis, and you cold as the ice is Seeking false virtues inside of these social vices We living in this underworld and our role is lycans Screaming f** the cops, cause they shoot like they don't like kids We dash on the block like we squares with hyphens The elders lack of knowledge tend to state we move with hate When sadly the fact is they don't communicate [Hook: Frank Knight] A real thug n***a I breathe through the streets Feel like a young n***a in the middle east I'm only sixteen, with a M-16 I'm only sixteen, with a M-16 (2x) [Intermission] [Bridge: Shenna] I feel like a n***a can't make it I feel like a n***a can't take it It feel like it, it feel like it It feel like it, it feel like it (2x)