14 Lyrics

Yeah, ay, ay, I was fourteen with that pen and paper

Started writing all these lyrics Now we on them jets

Smokin' on that good Jamaican At sixteen, I had it on the computer

I find a sample, shit, I flip it, then I fuckin' use it

Abuse the talent that I got I never had to sell them rocks

But don't get it twisted, homie I'm here to still turn your brain to liquid

I know I got everybody out here livid Shit, I'm just a lil' homie out here livin

I've been takin' time perfectin' every rhyme and every line

I'm goin' hard, drivin' till the fuckin' wheels fall off

They say they waitin' for the come up But they plottin' on my downfall

And now they askin' what's wrong Man, fuck you and your whole crew

I said I'm through and I ain't gon' say it twice

And I damn sure ain't rockin' with you They just mad cause my music gettin' played now

And I ain't stressin' on these payments, wow

The lifestyle that I'm seein', it's startin' to get wild

I'm only waitin' to sell a whole fuckin' show out

And I'll be on every style, I guess I'm versatile

Guess what, still whiter than the bathroom tile

I was 14 with that pen and paper, started writin' all these lyrics

Now we on them jets, smokin' on that good Jamaican

At 16, I had it on the computer I find a sample, shit, I flip it, then I fuckin' use it

Abuse the talent that I got, I never had to sell the rights

But don't get it twisted, homie I'm here to still turn your brain to liquid

I know I got everybody out here livin' Shit, I'm just a lil' homie out here livin

I've been in my head too much, tryna to fall back

But that feelin' when you gone is somethin' I know I can touch

But it's too far to fame my name And the fact I'm breakin' in the game is such

The little engine that could, it's runnin' out of fuel

He's runnin' on the fumes of thoughts in his head

Shit, he can't take it, will he really make it

Who knows, he sits back and starts waitin

Plottin', schemin' on my vans from a label I can't wait to say, Dad, look, we made it, man

They say I ain't be puttin' in no work Nah, I'm really just sittin' on a bunch of

fuckin' bangers that I ain't gon' release, but

We gon' do this shit to the fullest We gon' do it at the highest level

Fuck em

I was fourteen with that pen and paper Started writin' all these lyrics

Now we on them jets smokin' on that good Jamaican At sixteen, I had it on the computer

I find a sample, shit, I flip it, then I fuckin' use it

Abuse the talent that I got I never had to sell the rights

But don't get it twisted, homie I'm here to still turn your brain to liquid

I know I got everybody out here livin' Shit, I'm just a little homie out here livin

Shit, I'm just a little homie out here livin