Two 16's ​eLZhi

[Intro]
Yeah
I know you looking for that fire
I got that John Blaze shit though
Yo, I know y'all just want two 16’s, so
I’m just gon' spit it like that
For real

[Verse 1]
So that’s exactly what you’re getting
Me spitting a couple written verses, the first is ‘bout Quentin
Young & wild, brung a child on this planet he doesn’t claim
Scooped chicks using his cousin name and plays a dozen games
Thinks he knows it all, still tries to fit in like when your clothes get small
Following in those footsteps then walked towards exposed pitfalls
Momma kicked him out of her house ‘cause of his poor grades
He left right out that door straight worse than before, made
Money on the streets with elites, in no time there's receipts
From leather seats and fleets, rolling sweets, and tucking heat
Since that metal’s been on the cop providing, it’s like
Riding a bike then catch you with your chain slipping, pedalling on the block
Bang, bang, bang, he finds himself inside a shootout with some rival crew
Thinking ‘bout survival through
Traffic speeding while bleeding it’s graphic, blood leaking more than an ounce, shit
At 16 hours before his daughter’s birth, he was pronounced dead