16

How you hating from the back of the line

Me make money, never make crime

We lost homies to this hate crime

I was fifteen told myself nigga you'll be rich by sixteen

Never thought I'd make it out a rapper, on my momma she's a menace

I'm just being honest

She was sixteen running early, early in the morning

She was right outside making money, they depending on her

Good brain, she's smart, brilliant

Last name rhymes some like Lillian

She a fanatic

Still making money through the pandemic