Sixteen Lyrics

When I was sixteen I wrote my first rap

When I was sixteen I shot my first gat

Now I'm just trying to make a way

Cause I'm trying to live life and stay paid

When I was sixteen I wrote my first rap

When I was sixteen I shot my first gat

Now I'm just trying to make a way

Cause I'm trying to live life and stay paid

I'm saying cheers to a good life and here's to my fallen troops

So I'ma toast to how far life has got us through

Through these dark times I did what I had to do

Now I'm bright like the street lights on the avenue

These foos giving attitude but I ain't mad at you

I'm just real glad that you noticed that I'm at a new

Page with my life, way passed chapter two

Use to get laughed at school, now I'm the rapper who

Made it bearly had the tools, did it through the saddest mood

Didn't have the deepest crew but I made a dream come true

And it's a trip because I still can't believe it too

And all you really need is just the few that believe in you

This view of life is such a breath, I can breathe it too

Started off a vision, now my kids can see it too

And I ain't preaching you, I'm just trying to reach to you

And show you how I fean to do music the way I need to do

When I was sixteen I wrote my first rap

When I was sixteen I shot my first gat

Now I'm just trying to make a way

Cause I'm trying to live life and stay paid

When I was sixteen I wrote my first rap

When I was sixteen I shot my first gat

Now I'm just trying to make a way

Cause I'm trying to live life and stay paid

I ain't trying to brag about my past life

But through dark times I've never had a flashlight

So as I walk a better path my

Days have been a blessing, back then I had bad nights

Lost my best homie, gangbanging brought sad times

And last night I swear I had a dream that was at my

Befriend's pad, we were young a lived a fast life

Rest in peace Bigz, that's a gee that I would stand by

Gang life, southern side, punked who couldn't act right

Had million dollar plan and that's to get get our stacks right

Had a plan to make it out the ghetto, no trap life

I wish that he was here so he can be part of this rap life

And that's why I always got to pack mine

I wouldn't take a life away unless they try to snatch mine

I would blast mine 9 times in fast time

Hit you in the spine with a black nine, flatline

When I was sixteen I wrote my first rap

When I was sixteen I shot my first gat

Now I'm just trying to make a way

Cause I'm trying to live life and stay paid

When I was sixteen I wrote my first rap

When I was sixteen I shot my first gat

Now I'm just trying to make a way

Cause I'm trying to live life and stay paid