16 Bars
Real Reckless
Fuck you
And fuck your opinions
Living life for others hopping you will get your blessings
Always stressing
Making money stretching
Cause you outside floggin like da rest of dem
I got bigger goals than a 401k and a dental plan
Shit so uncomfortable
Pass me a fan
Cuz it's getting hot in here
A bitch about to spazz
I got 16 bars to get on that ass
When I seen that brick wrapped up in that plastic thang
I told myself bitch don't die without getting that thang
I want my money so long
That my daughters kids kids can't fathom
I got to pull up in a Phantom
Orange like Fanta
Living like Tony Montana
With that hunger in my heart
Pressure on myself
Appetite gone
Just pass me a coffee
Hit it like a line in the movie
Crank me up
No I won't stop
I can't give up
If I lived in the 80s
I woulda pushed that thang in da Cedes
Mink coat dragging
Bussin any niggas thats lackin
You know what it is
Let's make it happen
So disrespectful
Hoes took my kindness for weakness
How does it feel watching a bitch from the bleachers
Paid for a ticket just to see if it was eather
BajanBarb in your ears
Blowing out ya speakers
My pen so nasty a bitch so classy
Lack trust for people
Cuz they wanna hit you with the sequel
Ain't no shame on me
I don't see myself equal
I see myself above
Can't no one pull me down cuz I aint hearing you
I don't operate in fear
I could give a fuck bout what dem people do
Stay out my way like the runway at the clear port
Take off is in 5
Buckle up for this ride
Cuz when a bitch land
I'ma be on the moon
Saying what's up to Pluto
I'll see you soon
Never spint the block
I hit them hoes in the first lap
Bussin outta starting blocks
Hit that bitch inna 4 flat
Let me slow up
So you can catch up
Not really
The train has left the station
People can't see that I'm destined
But God gave me the message
So I'm pressing play on everything
With all black on spilling bleach
Had a short time of a ghetto saga
Like the Phoenix I rose now I blow Os out the window
Ain't No catching me
I'm on a mission to dis thang called riches
No I ain't splitting nothing off my plate
Putting those in position
Who has the vision
True bio wipe your lenses
This shit so vivid
I'm cutting the core outta you bitches
Late night snack
Damn this fruit salad hittin
Yeah
Wait
Run that back
Hold on
What I say
I got 16 bars to get on that ass
I got 16 bars to get on that ass
I got 16 bars to get on that ass
I got 16 bars to get on that ass
Ahhhh
Fuck you
And fuck your opinions
Living life for others hopping you will get your blessings
Always stressing
Making money stretching
Cause you outside floggin like da rest of dem
I got bigger goals than a 401k and a dental plan
Shit so uncomfortable
Pass me a fan
Cuz it's getting hot in here
A bitch about to spazz
I got 16 bars to get on that ass
When I seen that brick wrapped up in that plastic thang
I told myself bitch don't die without getting that thang
I want my money so long
That my daughters kids kids can't fathom
I got to pull up in a Phantom
Orange like Fanta
Living like Tony Montana
With that hunger in my heart
Pressure on myself
Appetite gone
Just pass me a coffee
Hit it like a line in the movie
Crank me up
No I won't stop
I can't give up
If I lived in the 80s
I woulda pushed that thang in da Cedes
Mink coat dragging
Bussin any niggas thats lackin
You know what it is
Let's make it happen
So disrespectful
Hoes took my kindness for weakness
How does it feel watching a bitch from the bleachers
Paid for a ticket just to see if it was eather
BajanBarb in your ears
Blowing out ya speakers
My pen so nasty a bitch so classy
Lack trust for people
Cuz they wanna hit you with the sequel
Ain't no shame on me
I don't see myself equal
I see myself above
Can't no one pull me down cuz I aint hearing you
I don't operate in fear
I could give a fuck bout what dem people do
Stay out my way like the runway at the clear port
Take off is in 5
Buckle up for this ride
Cuz when a bitch land
I'ma be on the moon
Saying what's up to Pluto
I'll see you soon
Never spint the block
I hit them hoes in the first lap
Bussin outta starting blocks
Hit that bitch inna 4 flat
Let me slow up
So you can catch up
Not really
The train has left the station
People can't see that I'm destined
But God gave me the message
So I'm pressing play on everything
With all black on spilling bleach
Had a short time of a ghetto saga
Like the Phoenix I rose now I blow Os out the window
Ain't No catching me
I'm on a mission to dis thang called riches
No I ain't splitting nothing off my plate
Putting those in position
Who has the vision
True bio wipe your lenses
This shit so vivid
I'm cutting the core outta you bitches
Late night snack
Damn this fruit salad hittin
Yeah
Wait
Run that back
Hold on
What I say
I got 16 bars to get on that ass
I got 16 bars to get on that ass
I got 16 bars to get on that ass
I got 16 bars to get on that ass
Ahhhh
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Writer(s): Kristen Phillips
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