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la mique - sixteen lyrics

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back in school i was the fool they used to kick around
n-ggas used to clown
guess i ain’t have enough glue for the cool kids to stick around

i went a mile to try and go and find a different crowd
dozing off teacher screaming “llama better listen now”

who would’ve known i’d be a mismatch
jock fearing dispatch
that b-tches always told to kiss -ss
i skipped cl-ss to go play ball, but i was too small, they said they rather pick scabs than pick lamique last

[verse 1]

that’s f-cked up
f-ck it i ain’t stressing it

i’ma need some medicine
flow so cold like the north to a pelican

stepping to a negligent you better off running, i’m telling you for your benefit

rapping for the h-ll of it, not for a life span
the only occupation that didn’t require height man

but i can be spud if you might care
and make it your worst nightmare
when the mic in my right hand

and like stan you can be my fan

and you ain’t never ever gotta tell the world that you been riding with lah

up in the sky. in that dmc delorean it fly
music blasting out the speakers got the people feeling the vibe, i…

feel like i’m a very nice guy
but if you cross my side of the line
i’ma turn into a venusaur

f-ck a bread and b-tter, this is war
i don’t need toast. i’ma need a sword for the metaphor
rhymes that can’t ignore

rhymes that are kicking
i’m kicking back and i’m chilling
i’m chilling like i’m a villain
a villain to all you children
you children gon need some healing
and a 36 pack of penicillin for you ceiling

[chorus]

at 16.. i was spitting sixteens, ripped dreams
mc’s, they all started hiding

now them n-ggas talking ’bout my island
i don’t really give a f-ck
so now they got a n-gga wilding out

[verse 2]

now them n-ggas talking ’bout

brooklyn ain’t sh-t
they said the game needed change
and i’m the n-gga with cents

but see i’m not the type of n-gga that mix nickels and pens
i triple my sh-t
you the type to sit on the bench

you scary n-gga, nah i ain’t talking bout grim
it’s like, i can move my fist just a inch and you flinch
i breathe and you twitch
i’m waiting like “you leaving a tip?”
even a pinch will leave you 6 feet deep in a ditch

you say you built like a dog but you seem like a b-tch
you even got your guard dogs cause i’m deep in your b-tch

but see you been barking up the wrong tree
so tell the cool kids that i can set em straight if they ever try to cross me

[chorus]

at 16, i was spitting sixteens, ripped dreams
mc’s, they all started hiding

now them n-ggas talking bout my island
i don’t really give a f-ck
so now they got a n-gga wildin out…

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