Two 16's - eLZhi

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

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

Damn, say you wanted two 16's

I’ma give you two 16's

You say all you want is two 16's

Then I’ma give you two 16's

Yeah, I’ma give you two 16's

Yeah, I’ma give you two 16's

Yeah, I’ma give you two, one, two, one, two (two, two)

Listen as I run through

Both of these tales, I wish I could undo

She was pregnant at 16, you would think maybe if she felt the baby shift she

Would not be as angry with herself for getting down on her first night

In the back of a Crown Vic as them sounds kick

Nauseated, moving around, sick to her stomach, missing class

Kissing ass to make up a test with the study, listen, pass

With flying colors, always evil eyeing brothers

Since her baby father don’t claim her child and probably denying others

At first you thought «I don’t need him, I’ll just give him his freedom»

‘Til she finds out a girl knows him, that’s who she buys her weed from

She was told that he slangs with his cousin dealing

What she thought Dylan was his name that she wasn’t feeling

So she made a call, got some young, wild niggas to spot him

Knocked him on his bottom, pointed at him and shot him

What a shame, that was around the same time that her water broke

She had a child but got arrested, missing the first words her daughter spoke

Damn, say you wanted two 16's

I’ma give you two 16's

You say all you want is two 16's

Then I’ma give you two 16's

Yeah, I’ma give you two 16's

Yeah, I’ma give you two 16's

Yeah, I’ma give you two, one, two, one, two (two, two)

Listen as I run through

Both of these tales, I wish I could undo