Sixteens

[Chorus]
I don’t know
I don’t know what imma bring into this life
Well, great, got a bit of self-hate
Esteem is rising though
All I know’s I wanna sing into a mic
Self-made, going into twelfth grade, let’s see
I don’t know
I don’t know what imma bring into this life
Well, great, got a bit of self-hate
Esteem is rising though
All I know’s I wanna sing into a mic
Self-made, going into twelfth grade

[Verse 1]
Ever since I first took a stab at it, been knitting these elaborate
Symphonies and labyrinths of brilliantly passionate
Epitomes of assonance. Additionally, yeah, I’ve been
Ridiculously adamant, meticulously craftin' it
Strenuously practicin’, vigorously rappin', and
Continuously havin’ an epiphany, and and travelin'
Back to the lab again, it's back to the drawing board or
Y'all get bored and sorta give yourselves a yawn disorder
I'm just a song recorder, tryna keep his pawns in order
Future ramen hoarder who can run longer than Law & Order
I spit it raw in order to keep it sick, like salmonella
I am a fella who enjoys jammin’ hella tunes in the car
Gotta keep the truth in the bars, the youth in the hearts
And acoustic guitar in the music in our
Speakers, turn it up keep boosting the bar

[Chorus]
I don’t know
I don’t know what imma bring into this life
Well, great, got a bit of self-hate
Esteem is rising though
All I know’s I wanna sing into a mic
Self-made, going into twelfth grade, let’s see

[Verse 2]
Still beating all my enemies, 'til I'm in Beverly Hills
With celebrities, still, man, I better be ill
Making energy spill from my feathery quill
It'll never be still, I'ma cleverly build
Up every skill in my memory, 'til
I got impressive smarts in my repertoire
Better art is forever sparse, but my reservoirs of clever bars
Never ever are, I'm still getting charged like a debit card
Hold up wait a minute, I don't wait enough minutes
Life is a game, and I’m playing rough in it
And I’m slaying the cynics, don’t try and tell me
What’s okay and what isn't, not obeying such limits
It's okay, I'm just different
But that's not saying much is it?
I'm paying a visit to the booth
And I’m staying specific with the truth
When I'm waking up critics and the youth

[Chorus]
I don’t know
I don’t know what imma bring into this life
Well, great, got a bit of self-hate
Esteem is rising though
All I know’s I wanna sing into a mic
Self-made, going into twelfth grade, let’s see

[Bridge]
Sometimes it seems hard to fit
In, and be part of it
I just wanna see how far I get
Even if it means getting scarred and hit
But I don’t even wanna be a star a bit (nah)
I was just a kid at sixteen, with ripped jeans
Big dreams, and sixteen bars to spit

[Verse 3]
The most unstable on the table, I think I’m a rare metal
Actinides, I’m acting nice, not sinking to their level
With the ink I’m a daredevil, a true marvel, I do startle
It’s new art you’ll find nice, like “screw harmful
This dude’s heart’ll inspire,” I roll like a thin tire
You roll like a spin dryer, I told you, I’ve been fire
Don’t touch, I burn fingers, the hurt lingers
And y’all just inquire, like church singers
The way I word zingers, y’all gotta figure em out
I keep it subtle, because it tends to trigger the doubt
When it’s simple, so I rap with a bigger amount
Of wit, and deliver it loud, spit with vigor and shout
I’d hate to be belligerent now, but
Y’all just snicker and pout
Claim you’re littered with clout, if you’re a quitter, get out
It’s a different route, I’m deliberate, thou art illiterate. Ow...
I’m considered endowed, either with or without what I’ve written about
Wow...

[Chorus]
I don’t know
I don’t know what imma bring into this life
Well, great, got a bit of self-hate
Esteem is rising though
All I know’s I wanna sing into a mic
Self-made, going into twelfth grade, let’s see
I don’t know
I don’t know what imma bring into this life
Well, great, got a bit of self-hate
Esteem is rising though
All I know’s I wanna sing into a mic
Self-made, going into twelfth grade, let’s see