17 JFK (Ft. Mac Miller)

[Chorus: Slick Rick, JFK & Mac Miller]
He was only seventeen (JFK, y'all)
H-h-h-h-h-he was only seventeen (Yeah, Mac Miller)
He was—he was—in a madman's dream
He was only seventeen (Yeah, what an age that was, you know what I mean?)
(Yo) He was only seventeen (Yeah, check me out)
Seventeen, in a madman's dream (Uh, uh)

[Verse 1: JFK]
He was only seventeen, had a sweet sixteen
One year later, realized these streets is mean
Focused on the street, talkin' them DT's
Waivin' down chicks in the summer, wearin' them long sleeves
We lived amongst thieves, but they was stealin' whips
Hittin' the strip and gettin' chased by the police was the shit
Baby girl lost her body, had two kids, now we up in the crib
Throwin' a house party, and I'm sorry
All the pain that I caused and all the shit that I done
And what'd I really do it for? Can't ignore
I was never at a palm in the limo
Silhouette of my face in a plated-glass window
I guess I knew it all, y'all, seventeen behind the wall
Canteen on freeze, but nobody to call
A product of my environment, I couldn't stay clean
It's just the crazy shit we do at seventeen, c'mon