Sweet 16 ft. RUSUR Lyrics

Another sweet 16

Sweet 16, sweet 16

When I was just 16

Maracas to the head like gunpoint

Spitting off the fat dreads left from crowd joints

Unsteady 'til I bank coin for familia

Rising from the dead like MJ

I be thrilling 'em

Still killing 'em

Hope my name lives through death

Still second coming

Flyer in designer vest

No excuse, son, don't waste your breath

The rap-ture is on the brink 3 seconds left

Out of this world, but you scared, Xenophobe

I'mma hit you where the bass blare, he got probed

I'm making gold at the lightest touch

Do as you're told, you'll get the Midas clutch

Tougher than a husk, but no brittle

Light it in a tinderbox, got that fire to kindle

Some people call me Newton, I give them jewels

Rumpled, still spitting gold on my way to school

When I Write, Rap, Record, Repeat

Write, Rap, Record, Repeat

Write, Rap, Record, Repeat

Every single morning, wake up in them beats

When I write, Rap, Record, Repeat

Write, Rap, Record, Repeat

Write, Rap, Record, Repeat

Every single morning, wake up in them beats

Put some pencil to the paper, tell me how you feeling

Think it out, jot it down tell me how you dealing

Spread emotions on the page and call it mental healing

It's a way to escape all the realness

In case you couldn't tell, I mean business

Put your finger to the trigger y'all are dismissed

I got a love for the game it's my mistress

Don't go and tell my girl, she don't know the difference

I make her fancy

Put on them stilettos even though she like dancing

Girl You know you're ghetto so let's get that ass clapping

All this talk about the money, man that ain't rapping

Gotta tell a story and let us know what's been happening

1990's are over so go pull up your pants man

Honey, honey come over I know you ain't a rap fan

But you know I got it so let's take a break and think about it

You know you can't live without the

Write, Rap, Record, Repeat

Write, Rap, Record, Repeat

Write, Rap, Record, Repeat

Every single morning, wake up in them beats

When I write, Rap, Record, Repeat

Write, Rap, Record, Repeat

Write, Rap, Record, Repeat

Every single morning, wake up in them beats

Another sweet 16

Sweet 16, sweet 16

When I was just 16

Aye, can you believe it?

Another sweet 16

Sweet 16, sweet 16

When I was just 16

Believe it or not, I wrote these when I was just 16