6ix-Teen

Me and broski was in the trap seeing boot cream
I was 16 with dreams, tryna link fiends
On tag, the whole time being 16
Out late fuck five-o they can't restrict me (can't restrict me)
I was doing train trips for the big p
Then i got bagged but for callin for a big breach
(57 breaches thats why they nicked me)
Then i got belled, feeling like a game victory
I aint got allergies, had to burn that niggas bridge
I weren't feeling his energy
I turned 17 and still got hella beef
So many of my old friends now are enemies (enemies)
My nigga that i brought is a friend of me (friend of me)
It sounds better if i called him an enemy
Came a long way from pedal bikes we was selling weed
And you better get that pussy down if you a friend of me
Old days i made a killing off a trap phone
When i wouldn't eat, if i never got a pack sold
Pedalling in backroads, tryna get a pack sold
I was seeing mad dough, though i weren't that old
In my mind i was mad grown, my mindset was 18
When i was 15 and cracked smoke
(Pedalling in backroads, tryna get a pack sold
I was seeing mad dough, though i weren't that old)