Sixteen ft. Prada Shy Lyrics

He moving at night it's important

Under the sky with a score

Utter a price, fuck the law

Fluttering eyes as much as he saw

Mud in is wine, pour favour

The floor of his floorboards is scoring his score

More of the score he be shifting abroad

From port to galore muscle off his Dior

Luck was running in his corner

Start stacking bands for a quarter

Til he fed up with the horiditz

Sold his last pack he was honest

Told all his fam he was off it

Hoping his cough wasn't obvious

Shifting he's out to the college

Falling in love with the promises

He was 16 out here slanging dope

Hanging with the dealers 'cus they made him feel at home

Strap in his bag to protect what he had

Didn't wanna use it 'cus little - was sad

Sad, mad, gang bang, didn't wanna look weak

Did as he was told 'cus he was promised gwap and safety

Saftey from the 12 and all that he opposed

Didn't have a choice 'cus he didn't have a home

No where to go, no where to stow

Walking down the street he be gripping on his glock

Ready for an opp or to buss a couple shots

People wanna off him, people want him dead

He be hearing cunts that be coming for him next

Getting real scared he remembers what H said

Don't try to run 'cus you finna end up dead

Just kill a fucker 'cus they be coming for you next

Little - was scared

All he thinks is red

Red from the blood spilled, red from the dead

Alone in the room he be looking at the floor

Pistol to his head, he can't take this shit no more