16 (Dreams)
I want a drop top and she wanna hop up
but she wanna fuck with me she gotta wait
I just been trying to find me a way that would
Get me to know you and see what you say
I wanna show her that I got a vision and
she in it, we can go up up away
I got a chauffeur that driving me crazy around
Everywhere and I don't even pay
I want designer, recliner and get fucking higher and
Don't even know what to see
People be calling me liar and acting all blinder but
They see me all disagree
I'm getting the bread and I'm making all people feel sour like
Sourdough bread from Boudin
I'm either on or I'm off counting shots make it drop, no
Excuses there's no in between
I just be tired of all of the shit
Run out of fire, it's testing my grit
Make sure you're keeping me happy but
If you be testing me, I know your next on my list
Imma retire I'm not gonna quit
She texting dryer I know we gon split
I want the fans to pull up, Imma sign all the
Papers and pictures, just like he commit
Imma be pulling up in my new Rollie and
She wanna get in, bitch leave me alone
Talk all the shit that you want everyday but you
Know that I'm stuck in the zone
I want a Rollie that always be melting my
Wrist while I drive in my Rollie alone
Imma be waiting until the right one comes to
Me and company me all on my throne
Hop in the foreign collecting the checks
Mopping the floor and she kissing my neck
I just be dreaming of one out of all of the
Chicks that be flooding all over the deck
I just be buying myself a Patek
They playing checkers while I'm playing chess
Trapped in the Icebox I'm melting the drip to the
Floor and I'm rocking the ice on my chest
16 years and I don't even know where I belong in
16 years and always dreaming of a 40 piece on my wrist
Can't even sleep cause I always be thinking of
All of the shit that be coming on
Distracted by shit that be messing my
Mind up and always be coming upon
1483, Sistine Chapel
I be making art drew the sixteen castles
I be getting sour by the color, green apple
You know I'm a fighter, Imma win every battle
16 years and I don't even know where I belong in
16 years and always dreaming of a 40 piece on my wrist
but she wanna fuck with me she gotta wait
I just been trying to find me a way that would
Get me to know you and see what you say
I wanna show her that I got a vision and
she in it, we can go up up away
I got a chauffeur that driving me crazy around
Everywhere and I don't even pay
I want designer, recliner and get fucking higher and
Don't even know what to see
People be calling me liar and acting all blinder but
They see me all disagree
I'm getting the bread and I'm making all people feel sour like
Sourdough bread from Boudin
I'm either on or I'm off counting shots make it drop, no
Excuses there's no in between
I just be tired of all of the shit
Run out of fire, it's testing my grit
Make sure you're keeping me happy but
If you be testing me, I know your next on my list
Imma retire I'm not gonna quit
She texting dryer I know we gon split
I want the fans to pull up, Imma sign all the
Papers and pictures, just like he commit
Imma be pulling up in my new Rollie and
She wanna get in, bitch leave me alone
Talk all the shit that you want everyday but you
Know that I'm stuck in the zone
I want a Rollie that always be melting my
Wrist while I drive in my Rollie alone
Imma be waiting until the right one comes to
Me and company me all on my throne
Hop in the foreign collecting the checks
Mopping the floor and she kissing my neck
I just be dreaming of one out of all of the
Chicks that be flooding all over the deck
I just be buying myself a Patek
They playing checkers while I'm playing chess
Trapped in the Icebox I'm melting the drip to the
Floor and I'm rocking the ice on my chest
16 years and I don't even know where I belong in
16 years and always dreaming of a 40 piece on my wrist
Can't even sleep cause I always be thinking of
All of the shit that be coming on
Distracted by shit that be messing my
Mind up and always be coming upon
1483, Sistine Chapel
I be making art drew the sixteen castles
I be getting sour by the color, green apple
You know I'm a fighter, Imma win every battle
16 years and I don't even know where I belong in
16 years and always dreaming of a 40 piece on my wrist
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Writer(s): Leo Sato Cai
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