18 Lyrics

(And, I hate waking up)

15, I was stuck, all on my own

And 16, I was slangin' dope, doing wrong

17, I had sung your name in my song

And, I turned 18, and I found peace in my zone

My 'lil bitch, yeah, I made that (Yeah, I made that)

And, I was 13, when I seen a nigga cook crack

Niggas can't touch my blues clues, bitch, my pockets fat

And i'm poppin' them .325's, like a tic tac

And, I add it up, add that math

Then, I hide that money inside that case, inside the valve

And, I still miss my young niggas that's stuck inside the trap

And, big Bugatti, that young nigga that got me up inside the rap

And, just like my young nigga Knievel, bitch, I took that route, huh (K-)

I'm tired of the motherfuckin' games, bitch, just hush yo mouth

And them lame ass niggas try to diss on me? they aint in the south

Aint for the fake rap, bitch, yeah, I aint for the clout

Want smoke? imma TEC it out

And, pussy boy, I know that you from the drought