Sixteen

I would do this shit without no money
Never dead on ya, without hundreds
Ay, big bag bigger than the wallet
If you buy my records then you like my blood
No, you my cous', ay show some love, ay
Fuck is up? Ay caught the bus, ay
Fuck the flame, man, I'd rather split a bar

I'm not a star, I'm not a star
Even though I rent a couple rental cars
Even though I skrr, skrr, skrr, skrr, skrr
How'd the real lady even out the odds

Okay, yeah, look, aah
I won't know this, you feel for this
Feel for, damn
I don't want, I don't want, no feel for this
Feel for

Ay, I was sixteen
When I had the crazy-ass dream
It's funny that it's started as a scheme
I was tryna to impress all the teams
I may never find what I'm looking for
But at least didn't die, selling dope
Man, I'd rather fucking die sellin' hope
You got jokes, silly hoe
I ain't been around lately, baby
I'm so sorry i can look my shawty
Fucking rounds for shawty
Build for the teacher
How to get this my way?
How to turn the hallway, into the Broadway?