(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
(Verse 2)
They say I always look high, even when I ain’t blowing on a spliff
Told my young boy he’s a king, and we soon take a trip to the cliffs
You don’t wanna be like none of these so called ‘old G’s’, bro, that’s a myth
Locked in the kitchen, windows sealed, but it still got a whiff
I make songs for my people, I never, ever cared ‘bout this
Cuzzy came home from a stretch when I put a new Swiss on his wrist
Yellow diamond on the flow, more time I’m just taking the piss
Check the scoreboard, you get minus points when you shoot and you miss
Young boys just wanna play with sticks
And my dress code chic, more styles than KISS
Rolling through ends, but I ain’t tints in my trucks and I don’t ride stick
Cuh my blower still ring for the stuff, like, ‘yo, I’ll be there in a jiff’
Then I double back with some trees, like the dreads on my head I get twist
Put time in my craft, you would’ve thought they would pay more homage
I love father and clash, rucksack with the mash, that was college
Cuz I don’t take [?], but I know you can’t grow without knowledge
I don’t need no more friends, unless they’re rich, now I’m going on horrid
Little bear, I’m just trying to get some porridge

(Chorus)
It was me against the word 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