(Verse 1)
‘til my eyes stay low even when I ain’t blowing on the dank
I ain’t go no accolades or awards, shit, I’m barely even mentioned in the ranks
But it’s mad, I’ve got the streets and the roads and the hood, the squad and the camp
Cash money from shows, and the PRS dough go straight to the bank
Young lord coming up in the flanks
Gave a lot to these guys, shit, they could’ve said ‘thanks’
I’m due a trip to the mountains, when I reach back I’m coming in a tank
I got a light 'role sentence for handling a nank
I got a dark-skin queen, all she wanna do is take off her pant
The line still doing, you would’ve thought they were calling for Frank
And the rifle tall like, I swear the mash tall like lanks
Fuckboy can’t call me for a feature, fam, I swear down man will hang up like a prank
See me in shit I designed myself, when the boydem wear GANT
Or they dress like yats
I can’t order junk food, living like a jank
It’s feeling mad weak, eating McD’s, coming home with a cramp
Now I wake up early in the morning, swear down I don’t even hit the dank
I put some Kg’s on my chest, cold shower, feel lit like a lamp
I just gotta have a rant
(Chorus)
It was me against the world since sixteen
Now I paint you this picture and it’s 2016
Two-twos, couple new rappers popped up real quick
But real talk, I was better than you man when I was sixteen, when I was sixteen
‘til my eyes stay low even when I ain’t blowing on the dank
I ain’t go no accolades or awards, shit, I’m barely even mentioned in the ranks
But it’s mad, I’ve got the streets and the roads and the hood, the squad and the camp
Cash money from shows, and the PRS dough go straight to the bank
Young lord coming up in the flanks
Gave a lot to these guys, shit, they could’ve said ‘thanks’
I’m due a trip to the mountains, when I reach back I’m coming in a tank
I got a light 'role sentence for handling a nank
I got a dark-skin queen, all she wanna do is take off her pant
The line still doing, you would’ve thought they were calling for Frank
And the rifle tall like, I swear the mash tall like lanks
Fuckboy can’t call me for a feature, fam, I swear down man will hang up like a prank
See me in shit I designed myself, when the boydem wear GANT
Or they dress like yats
I can’t order junk food, living like a jank
It’s feeling mad weak, eating McD’s, coming home with a cramp
Now I wake up early in the morning, swear down I don’t even hit the dank
I put some Kg’s on my chest, cold shower, feel lit like a lamp
I just gotta have a rant
(Chorus)
It was me against the world since sixteen
Now I paint you this picture and it’s 2016
Two-twos, couple new rappers popped up real quick
But real talk, I was better than you man when I was sixteen, when I was sixteen
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