Youngs Teflon - Sixteen lyrics

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Youngs Teflon - Sixteen lyrics

(Verse 1) ‘til my eyes stay low even when I ain't blowing on the dank I ain't go no accolades or awards, sh**, I'm barely even mentioned in the ranks But it's mad, I've got the streets and the roads and the hood, the squad and the camp Cash money from shows, and the PRS dough go straight to the bank Young lord coming up in the flanks Gave a lot to these guys, sh**, they could've said ‘thanks' I'm due a trip to the mountains, when I reach back I'm coming in a tank I got a light 'role sentence for handling a nank I got a dark-skin queen, all she wanna do is take off her pant The line still doing, you would've thought they were calling for Frank And the rifle tall like, I swear the mash tall like lanks f**boy can't call me for a feature, fam, I swear down man will hang up like a prank See me in sh** I designed myself, when the boydem wear [?] Or they dress like yags I can't order junk food, living like a jank It's feeling mad weak, eating McD's, coming home with a cramp Now I wake up early in the morning, swear down I don't even hit the dank I put some Kg's on my chest, cold shower, feel lit like a lamp I just gotta have a rant (Chorus) It was me against the word since sixteen Now I paint you this picture and it's 2016 Two-twos, couple new rappers popped up real quick But real talk, I was better than you man when I was sixteen, when I was sixteen (Verse 2) They say I always look high, even when I ain't blowing on a spliff Told my young boy he's a king, and we soon take a trip to the cliffs You don't wanna be like none of these so called ‘old G's', bro, that's a myth Locked in the kitchen, windows sealed, but it still got a whiff I make songs for my people, I never, ever cared ‘bout this Cuzzy came home from a stretch when I put a new Swiss on his wrist Yellow diamond on the flow, more time I'm just taking the piss Check the scoreboard, you get minus points when you shoot and you miss Young boys just wanna play with sticks And my dress code chic, more styles than KISS Rolling through ends, but I ain't tints in my trucks and I don't ride stick Cuh my blower still ring for the stuff, like, ‘yo, I'll be there in a jiff' Then I double back with some trees, like the dreads on my head I get twist Put time in my craft, you would've thought they would pay more homage I love father and clash, rucksack with the mash, that was college Cuz I don't take [?], but I know you can't grow without knowledge I don't need no more friends, unless they're rich, now I'm going on horrid Little bear, I'm just trying to get some porridge (Chorus) It was me against the word since sixteen Now I paint you this picture and it's 2016 Two-twos, couple new rappers popped up real quick But real talk, I was better than you man when I was sixteen When I was sixteen