16 Shots

I don't want to die
So I keep this Nina
16 Shots I ain't abusing neither
If we playing for some keeps
I ain't losing either
I ain't tryna die young tired of losing people
For my girl an my son
I'll abuse some people
Still play guitar
Never quitting music neither
It was the only thing I had until my son came
When niggas playing for a chain this ain't no fun game
Most of these niggas with a chain really lame
And these niggas praise the lame it's insane
Niggas flexing with a gun
To a barrel pointed at him and his ass tryna run
Do a nigga sickly
Take his whole back like he Ricky
Don't let a nigga tell you lame
Cause you read a book
Don't go to jail just to find God
Fuck your height if your heart large
Only pussy niggas fight broads
In this game play the right cards
If I don't make it tell My brothers an my sisters I love them
Cloud Walker lost his Daughter
Then he turned to a Puzzle
Fuck the jail system
Judge
Tell them free my little brother
G Baby lost his Mama
That's my little Cousin
I love him
My granny died fell like yesterday
So many people that I want to see again
I can never be the same
What's love
Look in my eyes and you want see a thang
Numb to the pain
I don't feel a thang
Niggas acting funny so I keep my distance
Tryna converse
And I won't even listen
Niggas want beef
But then I see the chicken
All these feelings got a nigga drinking
Man this Beat it got a nigga thinking
Staring at the man in the mirror staying positive
If niggas thank they fire
Than I'm some lava shit
Everyday somebody die and the police solving shit
Remember buddy played us
Then tried to bargain quick
Started hide
So I had to rob his bitch
Later made his drive
Him and two more boys tried to slide
Know this Chopper go through cars so we parked that ride
Yeah
We parked that ride

I don't want to die
So I keep this Nina
16 Shots I ain't abusing neither
If we playing for some keeps
I ain't losing either
I ain't tryna die young tired of losing people
For my girl an my son
I'll abuse some people
Still play guitar
Never quitting music neither
It was the only thing I had until my son came
When niggas playing for a chain this ain't no fun game
Most of these niggas with a chain really lame
And these niggas praise the lame it's insane
Niggas flexing with a gun
To a barrel pointed at him and his ass tryna run
Do a nigga sickly
Take his whole back like he Ricky



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Writer(s): Daron Packer
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