Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Sixteen, artist - Lil Berete. Album song 1 Way Out, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 31.10.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: NEW GEN
Song language: English
Sixteen |
| At sixteen had a Glock |
| Seventeen, homies dropped, yeah |
| I gotta get up in my dreams, I ain’t lost |
| I chase green like a boss and I get cheese, no deposit, yeah |
| I done put them G’s up on my jeans and my socks |
| I was just a teen on the block, in these streets, yeah, it cost, man |
| On the block, I was ridin', bullets poppin', yeah, no dodgin' |
| Now I’m lovin' all this money, and I came up off of nothin' |
| Dark night, couldn’t see shit, now my days sunny |
| Always tell me that they loved me, paranoid, ain’t no cuffin' |
| 'Cause I came up from the basement, now my pockets huntin', yeah |
| I was strugglin', I was buggin', I was livin' with my cousin |
| Holla Maja 'cause he don’t sell my soul, no Illuminati, yeah |
| I been sleepin' at the trap, ain’t got time frontin' new clothes |
| Ridin' around in the Rolls, we blowin' gas, I’m talkin' smokin' Ghost |
| I might head up to the coast, I’m just tryna see some more |
| Baby girl, she love my lingo, she wanna talk some more |
| Brazy chain, bling on like woah |
| Ain’t no red light, I just see the green then I go |
| Mama told me slow down, fourteen, here I go |
| Shit got real, I seen shot, fifteen, here I go |
| I’m still savin' for a Mas', yeah |
| At sixteen had a Glock |
| Seventeen, homies dropped, yeah |
| I gotta get up in my dreams, I ain’t lost |
| I chase green like a boss and I get cheese, no deposit, yeah |
| I done put them G’s up on my jeans and my socks |
| I was just a teen on the block, in these streets, yeah, it cost, man |
| On the block, I was ridin', bullets poppin', yeah, no dodgin' |
| Now I’m lovin' all this money, and I came up off of nothin' |
| Dark night, couldn’t see shit, now my days sunny |
| Had to starve, boy, I was complainin' |
| There was enough time to fix it |
| I was down, man, for so long |
| Now I’m goin' up like my digits |
| Life’s two much in the streets, they miss me |
| Had no love from my sisters |
| Writin' a check, oh I kept fighting |
| Gave a buck to my sisters |
| Never gonna stop until these hunnids reach the ceiling |
| Yeah |
| I got problems in the hood, I see they needy |
| They not ride-or-die, yeah, my vision’s turnin' 3D |
| I still hear them sirens, gotta stay up out here feedin' |
| I be honest 'bout my friends, they tryna envy |
| I’m countin' double digits 'cause I’m tired of stackin' pennies |
| Who’s gonna hold it down when shit get real, niggas hate me |
| Where I’m from niggas junk, this music came to save me, yeah, yeah |
| At sixteen had a Glock |
| Seventeen, homies dropped, yeah |
| I gotta get up in my dreams, I ain’t lost |
| I chase green like a boss and I get cheese, no deposit, yeah |
| I done put them G’s up on my jeans and my socks |
| I was just a teen on the block, in these streets, yeah, it cost, man |
| On the block, I was ridin', bullets poppin', yeah, no dodgin' |
| Now I’m lovin' all this money, and I came up off of nothin' |
| Dark night, couldn’t see shit, now my days sunny |
| Always tell me that they loved me, paranoid, ain’t no cuffin' |
| 'Cause I came up from the basement, now my pockets huntin', yeah |
| I was strugglin', I was buggin', I was livin' with my cousin |
| Holla Maja 'cause he don’t sell my soul, no Illuminati, yeah |