(feat. D-Gotti)



[Hook]

Cash, money, fast cars and hoes

All I need, is sixteen bars to flow

I got a lot on my brain, got game to expose

I pray to God, for these sixteen bars to flow

 

[Bridge]

All I need, in this life of sin

Is my note pad, and my pen

Down to ride, to the very end

With my note pad, and my pen

 

[D-Gotti]

I spit it for the public, boys gotta love it

God gave me the game, to stick to the subject

Huffing puffing, blowing dro down

Hydro ponic speed my brain, I share my thoughts with the time

All I need, is sixteen bars

To date and do nasty stuff, with sixteen stars

Big dreams started, in my block days

Noid when the cops came, performing all the hot songs for block fame

Verbal cocaine, I spit

Uplift boys in the hood, make em hustle harder with them bricks

And them chicks love me, cause I'm a gangsta

This is not a joke, it ain't no studio pranksta

I adjust, to do what I appose to go

As the block by me baby, I'm a chosen pro

So tonight, when I bend knee and talk to God

I'ma thank him for these sixteen bars, know I'm talking bout

 

[Hook]

 

[Bridge 1: x1/2]

 

[D-Reck]

The one in the chamber, and sixteen in the clip

I put this on my dreams, that this verse gon rip

The track gon unzip, and the dat gon come thirsty

D-Reck spit slick shit, harder than a dick in wet hips

I'm one of a kind, got so much on my mind

There he go, another CEO spitting rhymes

But who better, to teach the black youth bout cheddar

And he who cleaned the street cash, and mash to the next level

I'm Mr. Wreckshop, and I ain't talking bout no music

Man I'm way mo' street, than the character I played in the Movie

One hundred percent thug, I educated to scheme

Can't named a drug, I ain't weighed on the triple beam

Have you ever counted cash, till six in the morning

My plotting out a plan, to get the grass from California

Lord only knows, all the chances that I took to

Just to spit this sixteen bars, out my notebook

 

[talking]

Yeah nigga, we ain't talking bout no mo' jail cell bars nigga

We talking bout, sixteen bars of spitting nigga

 

[Hook]

 

[Bridge]

 

[D-Gotti]

Been behind bars, now I'm living off bars

These bars got a nigga, looking good sipping bar

Bon voyage, to the block now

Gotto in a Viper, with the top down

This is what it sounds like, when bars on dope

My words feed the hood, blocks need this dope

And the flow is supernatural, boys still catching up

Imagine us imagine a star, plus eat up

A track like a cannibal, trying to make the rally bucks

Hood niggas, already feeling us

Sixteen bars wish out my mouth, to the street

I'm valuable I'm focused, my fans got me on feet

Gotti gon eat, cause I spit it from the heart

Boys who remember when I was a outlaw, ripping bricks apart

But God got a plan, for us now nigga

These bars gon get us rich, can you see the big picture

 

[Hook]

 

[Bridge]