Now I’m a veteran, spit a 16 sixteen ways,
Sixteen in a clip, spit it 16 ways.
I know six teens, pull up to a sweet sixteen and spray.
I’m like sixteen Jays, but the beat I can manage,
So every Sweet 16 is like Duke and Kansas.
Different day, same shit, ain’t nothing good in the hood,
I’d run away from this bitch and never come back, if I could.
I live this life at a pace that anyone can go.
Know your place, and dedicate your role
…To the faith that you’ll die alone
I’m Ready to Die without a Reasonable Doubt
Smoke Chronic and hit it Doggystyle before I go out.
Until they sign my Death Certificate, All Eyez on Me
I’m still at it, Illmatic, and that’s The Documentary.
…Not to mention, I take authority horribly.
Fuck a job, nigga, that conversation just bores me.
Every little fuck up, they blame it on Barack
Cause he just like Gucci, born in the trap.