Sixteen (feat. Prada Shy)

He moving at night it's important Under the sky with a score Utter a price, f*ck the law Fluttering eyes as much as he saw Mud in is wine, pour favour The floor of his floorboards is scoring his score More of the score he be shifting abroad From port to galore muscle off his Dior Luck was running in his corner Start stacking bands for a quarter Til he fed up with the horiditz Sold his last pack he was honest Told all his fam he was off it Hoping his cough wasn't obvious Shifting he's out to the college Falling in love with the promises He was 16 out here slanging dope Hanging with the dealers 'cus they made him feel at home Strap in his bag to protect what he had Didn't wanna use it 'cus little - was sad Sad, mad, gang bang, didn't wanna look weak Did as he was told 'cus he was promised gwap and safety Saftey from the 12 and all that he opposed Didn't have a choice 'cus he didn't have a home No where to go, no where to stow Walking down the street he be gripping on his glock Ready for an opp or to buss a couple shots People wanna off him, people want him dead He be hearing cunts that be coming for him next Getting real scared he remembers what H said Don't try to run 'cus you finna end up dead Just kill a fucker 'cus they be coming for you next Little - was scared All he thinks is red Red from the blood spilled, red from the dead Alone in the room he be looking at the floor Pistol to his head, he can't take this shit no more