Testo Since 16 - V Don
Testo della canzone Since 16 (V Don), tratta dall'album Black Mass
You sure your youngsters can handle that sort of pressure?
Yo, yo, yo, yo
I'm grippin' on my steel, another day up in the battlefield
MAC filled, you must wanna get killed
Teachin' my youngins good ratchet skills, on Mass Appeal
When I was sixteen, shit, niggas was ill
We was young, but we knew how to go get it still (Go get it still)
When I ain't had no work, shit, I was
Choppin' up pills (I was choppin' up pills)
I gotta get back, my jack jumpin' (Jumpin')
Play the block, plumpin' (Plumpin')
But if you lookin' for a brick, shit, I could show
You somethin' (Shit, I could show you somethin')
Found out my nigga was stealin', he sniffin' coke or somethin'
And he know when I see him that he
Holdin' somethin' (Holdin' somethin')
He must think this shit a joke or somethin'
Uh, so I'm at dude's crib, and I'm
Blowin' somethin' (Blowin' somethin')
Yo, somebody owe me somethin' (Owe me somethin')
Glocks to heads, that's when niggas get to knowin' somethin'
Uh, yo
Uh, yo
Glocks to heads, that's when niggas get to knowin' somethin' (Yo)
To the hustlers, I understand them, this the anthem
For those that took trips with work and gave they man some
We sold crack 'til the vans come
I learned you can't eat fruit from trees until you plant some
So I sold drugs and some
I told myself I'ma change my life soon as the chance come
Grandma, look at your grandson
Now I can speak about businesses fluently 'cause I ran some
I remember havin' tantrums
'Cause my cash look bad, now my stash look handsome
Feds really tryna get my man hung
They put a bug in his house, his iPhone, and his Samsung
Should've never got the Phantom, now he held for ransom
Homie, them killings was never random
You gotta operate in tandem
It's unwritten rules and these niggas don't follow the memorandums
Trust
What's the— What's the— What's the— What's the family secret recipe?
It's gr— It's ground garlic and a little bit of soy
That's it
You spill the secret family recipe today
Maybe you fuckin' spill about me tomorrow
Is that something you can do?
It's a possibility
I'm just sayin'
You were just sayin'
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Writer(s): Tivon Key, Justin Harrell, Demetrius Rondale Jackson
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