Key: A minor
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Verse 1
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This is special...
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This is special,
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extremely special
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It's funny because it's
been on my mind lately
Having a dope beat, a dope idea
How the fuck can I squeeze
You know, so many different levels
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To live in your life and depict it
With your wordplay
Exactly what life means to you
It's funny how things change,
funny how time fly
More that my feet travel,
the more that I feel fly
More that I make now,
the more that the chicks smile
She call me a local nigga,
I open the Swiss account
Etta James on the desk
Movies John Coltrane,
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cruisin' in the Cadillac Seville,
feel my life on the real
We the last boys,
so this is a real premiere
Rollin' like Mick Jagger,
the women just gettin' battered
All I see is the money, cream, Eric Clapton
All I wanted was one,
sixteen ain't enough
Talkin' that fast money,
fifteen every month
that motivated me more
Everything I ever wore
now it's box office numbers
Dressed like Sammy Davis,
steamin' my marijuana
Double MGs, double MPs
We in every hood, nigga,
government cheese
Yachts and Yachtmasters,
old dirty bastard
Floor seat for the heat,
paper that I'm stackin'
for the rainy days
fuck a fadeaway
drippin' rivers for dibble
Started off with a scribble,
I'm namin' my son December
Whitney died night before the Grammys,
damn, what a memory
Trumpet -tied when I started
with a ten -speed
Born broke,
had to use a nigga's instincts
for the sixteen
and my thicc queen
I'm just watching on the big screen
Three stacks on the beat
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Sixteen ain't enough
you got so much to say but
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They only give you sixteen
Man it's like, I mean
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I got so much to say you know
The world has said like so much to me,
and I just want to give it right back to them,
you know
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When sixteen ain't enough, no
I only get sixteen, that's like a cage,
know
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You know, it's just a glimpse, that's all,
just one, one little single glimpse
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Just a page
But I guess I'm not defeating the purpose
Of doing all this talking,
I Summer 88, or was it 89?
Or was it wintertime?
Ah, nevermind, I'm in my room
Boomin, drawin' LL Cool J album covers
With Crayolas on construction paper
I'm tryna hook my waves up
Before Lamarck was Jacob,
before them girls wore makeup
Before my voice would break up,
before we'd tour them shake clubs
Before my momma wake up,
before my crumbs would cake up
Before they tell me they love me
and we'll never break up
But for the time,
she makes love to someone
that I thought was my homeboy
But boy, what's I wrong now?
Just a roof and a Porsche
and a Porsche and a horse
an assortment of torches
That scorch is the skin
when they enter
Intruders whose tutors did a lousy job
How's he God if he lets loose?
If I let loose on us,
that noose on us won't loosen up
But loose enough to juice us up
Make us think we do so much and do it big
Like they don't let us win
I can't pretend, but I do admit
and drink it like we know which grape
in which region it came from
As if we can name em,
hint hint it ain't em
Welch's, Helch's, Phil
3000 more degrees cooler
Y 'all can't measure my worth,
but when you try you'll need a ruler
Made by all the Greek gods, because
The odds have always
been stacked against me
when back's against the wall
sittin' right at home all
Kelly green with envy
looks up at mama and smile with
such a devilish grin
like where the hell have you
been?
she's yelling selling's a sin well
so is telling young men
that selling is a sin
if you don't offer new ways to win a
dolphin gon' shake his fin
regardless if he gets in or out of water
most important thing for him
then hold his nose
so why shall I hold my tongue?
I miss the days of old
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when one could hold his gal on his arm
and not set off these alarms
when cameras snap, snap, snaps return,
bop pap, pap, pap, pap, pap, pap, pap
they'll learn why mere
privacy's so essential
they won't make no laws I break
They long till they see out our window
I take the fall to make them all
treat humankind more gentle
Forsake them all, I hate them all
Don't like them, don't pretend to
ain't in Kansas anymore
ain't cool anymore
now they want more
And they deserve it all,
don't settle for what ain't yours
When sixteen ain't enough
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Lord, yeah, oh Lord, oh yeah
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When sixteen ain't enough
When sixteen ain't enough
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When six teen ain't enough
when you get sleepy?
How the hell I'm gonna tell her
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you don't need me yet?
Does your daddy think you perfect?
cause I'm black and put them words in?
Does he know his daughter
might have caught a real merman?
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Yeah
It's funny because,
we go that extra mile
Break it down for him Andre
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Huh
Next level
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Amazing
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You
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