Sweet Sixteen Don Trip

[Intro]
(DTdaKidd)
(Beat those drums)

[Verse]
Thank God I ain't gotta sell dope no more
The moment I was wishin' and hopin' for
Feel like a professional boxer how I know the ropes
Comin' from the column at the bottom of the totem pole
I made it out the dirt, ho, I'm supposed to grow
Got so many problems, try my hardest not to overload
Hangin' in here like I'm on a hanger, I'm not gonna fold
Ballin' like the Final Four, grindin' 'til I'm comatose
Mr. Trip considered armed and dangerous, do not approach
Say I'm off my rocker just a tad bit
Still missin' my brother, still adjustin' to his absence
And I keep the metal on my waist, I got a bad hip
Money talk for me, now I got no need for an adlib
You ain't never gotta like me or what I stand for
Either way, I'm still gon' win, I'ma make damn sure
Proud of myself, I got no aim of pleasin' no one else
I vow to put you six feet underneath, you ever overstep
I'm givin' this everything I got, ain't no more holdin' back
To tell the truth, my life ain't been the same since I sold a sack
It only takes a sliver of cheese to expose a rat
For every bridge I've burned, I made my peace before I poured the gas
Ain't a livin' soul can keep me from where I'm headed
Get beheaded if I feel like you niggas gettin' big-headed, I'm with it
Sweet sixteen and I'm still not finished
'Cause Weezy said the sky was the limit, my nigga, let's get it