Empty Ciroc bottles on the floor Always leave a party wanting more Took 5 shots, take 5 more I lost count, was it 4? An 8th or a 2 and a handle of goose With a hand on the drink and a hand on the noose Lines blurred speech slurred Can't even see straight, vision obscured S to the M to the O R E Shit man just trying to get a 'rari it'll happen with enough time Staying up all night writing rhymes XVI the year it all changed The year I didn't quit, the year I switched lanes My Opus Magnum, a brand new album Just hope to got it fucking goes platinum And the beat comes back Dust on the track you know he ain't whack I'm a slave master you hear the whip crack A little voltage then I'm back in black Young brown boy fucking this game up Hoping after this I can get my fame up Hoping no one gets in my way One too many times been betrayed

Okay okay Alright all set lets get to work boys Put in the effort to sound different from the noise Not 9 to 5, a lifetime committed choice No cookie cut and paste shipment of toys I'm just doing my job and I will not quit If I slack for even a little ill be gone in a second, split But I won't. I come through with the knowledge and the wit Got the motivation from Le Boueff just do it Because when I come on the track you better stay back cause I'm gonna kill it And speak up when you talk smack so I know who to whack and put on the skillet You're gonna catch the flak when I fire off and attack in a minute I'm not selling crack but we got dust on the track and his skills are never diminished Because when I hit my stride there's no running, no escape Just sit back relax and let everything take its shape Watch me spit lyrically from the mind and create an aural landscape I'm expressing my talents now that's a fuckin' mixtape I'm about to drop a bomb TSA doesn't trust me Don't take my word for it I guess you'll have to just see My flow is so rhythmic So ill it's disgusting I'm putting in work like the fuel I'm combusting Uh can't take time off for a trip Gotta make the bread for the whip Look at all the levels that I skipped Gettin' harder to swing better tighten my grip I mean shit just look around you Waffle boys taking over I thought you knew Fresh new album hot off the press 16 is the first. A monument to my success The names Smore hi nice to meet First but hopefully got a three peat I gotta get what I deserve and then some So get ready for the ride. Welcome.

Verse 1 (Smore): Drivin with no seatbelt getting a lil dangerous Hot box the car getting vaporous Detox the dope beat, ill speed down yo street Throw it in reverse, lets hit the back seat Cant wait for bullshit doin 180 Headin over now cause I haven’t fucked lately Blowin up my phone cause you know you can Imma blow your mind afghanistan So be ready when I walk in Your neighbors can’t sleep cause your walls are thin Lets do shit that would make a priest shocked Drinkin lots, drivin fast, fuckin out of wedlock Take it slow cause I like it like that Then go fast cause you like it like that Filler up like a gas pump Gimme that ass hun The shit i be doing make me sick im queasy The life i'm living not fair too easy Come over and take a shot or three Fuck four of your friends killing spree Heavy is the hand that feeds dont bite it If you wrong me don’t try to right it I can make a u turn, get another you You know my rule, better is new I come with the octane im unleaded See me for a day girl ill fuck up your credit Call your legs traffic speed gonna spread it The names smore you better respect it Chillin in my hot rod Sittin with a hot broad People call me a young god, Jupiter But fuck that shit you know that im lucifer Chorus (Smore): Drivin over really fast, No Seatbelt Baby get your pretty ass in the V12 Drivin over really fast, No Seatbelt Baby get your pretty ass in the V12 It's midnight and we riding, we riding And there's no telling when this night is gonna end Verse 2 (d4nk_g0d): Yo so i got no car so i catch a free ride By spitting 9 bars up on a B side Don't have a set of beats to claim as mine So i hop on hop off bump to the vibe I'm poor but not pandering fresh not philandering Young Augustine I lean towards a dream that vanishing Of a hot lady fortune and a brand new Porsche embodying the appetite of 50 Roman soldiers Red lipstick, explicit, she pay you a visit and you leave your business cause she looks exquisite delicious seditious she got you so vicious With that white dress, black car promising fat bars And girls who sedate you better than black tar So i fuck with the fantasy find out they damage me I up the ante and find that it famish me Fortune is a female and she treat me roughly My future is muggy I dream like a druggy Inspire desire can build an empire But I only wanna grow old and retire So lady seduce me reduce me and use me Cause I know that you will never excuse me Chorus Yeah, no seatbelt drving no seatbelt driving over no seatbelt Chorus

When you got nothing to flex not even a ride Getting monthly paychecks and cash all up on the side Doin odd jobs to get them Js and all of that purple haze You gotta find a way to work as hard as you wanna play Make that shit work fake it til you make it That lil dicky shit, learn how he made it Got a Lambo in my garage with a big booty hoe Nah I don't but I'm sure as shit gonna rap about it tho Cause rappers went from nothing to something talking about the dreams that they frontin This shit can't be that hard and I think I like who I'm becoming No Keyshawn we don't rock Gucci Louis fendi or Prada Brand labels don't mean jack shit if you don't have a dolla Do your job do what you gotta do to make that money Hypebeats burn that cash so fast it's not even funny Imma show you what to do. Hold on to that debit card. It's easy I promise it ain't even that hard Chorus: We gon fake it til we make it We gon drive it til we break it Blowout sales we gon take it Pedal to the floor no breakin Taking shots of vodka (BARK) Generic brand no top shelf (BARK) Not fucking up no commas (BARK) The civic to a Honda (BARK) Getting what you wand should never be easy this isn't random It takes fuckin effort to become young rich and handsome Don't buy resale preme shit don't pop no Molly Bape bape bape bape bape just find that shit on Ali Man put down that codeine Sit down and hit this blunt Don't get high just to prove a point and just to stunt Put down that Rolex you don't even know how to tell time I really gotta break this shit down like a fuckin enzyme Don't spend two thousand dollars on a fuckin pair of kicks That kinda money should be saved and spent on a whip Fake it till you make it you know that's the motto, say it Fake it till you make it I hope you win the lotto, pray it It ain't about winning, it ain't bout the haters yo As long as i make it, I know I'll be greater tho Chorus: We gon fake it til we make it We gon drive it til we break it Blowout sales we gon take it Pedal to the floor no breakin

I gotta get some shit off my chest Young brown boy I ain't got that black sin Sung frown boy I make it a track sin I'm a nomad in the land of no man Taking risks because of my metal gonads What is 6 gods to a monoatheist nonbeliever I'm just an unmotivated under over achiever When I spit on the mic it's diagnosed sicker than hay fever I'm shooting for what's past the moon while I'm sleeping call me a dream weaver Because when I take a step back and actually acknowledge my talents I'm standing on the top with not a lot of room don't lose your balance Careful this type of fall can't be stopped by a parachute Not even by your thousand dollar nine hundred and fifty pairs of boots Can you hear that? You are for whom the death bell tolls When I'm finished you'll be a phantom and I'm not even talking rolls No wraiths, Seraphs, ghosts or lost souls Just some washed up limpdick in the way of me and my goals I'm a non believer you can call me zod So fuck your yeezus and fuck your six god Yeah I was born in the Windy City shitty town Now I'm sucker punchin bitches in the face like Chrissy brown It's the prime time it's my time for the lime light I mean it's about damn time that I make a dime right I'm an oddity no flex I'm steady cause I gotta be I'm a diamond in the rough not a god damn commodity It's evident I have the venom i don't need a weapon I'm a legend headin to threaten with a five seven I'm a veteran confederate spitting the rhetoric American born in Maryland shootin heroin

This ambition bitches notice first impressions eatin dinner food Since biggie said stay hungry bet you never seen a thinner dude As y'all can see Making a debut and a small decree All the trash talk feel like small debris Like Katy perry plastic bag in the breeze These rappers disease I'm hear to appease The eager masses asking for beats So they can slap in the whip Rolling tobacco and trees Motivated by the ones who doubt me They don't know 16 is about me Born in Chicago I'm reppin Cali boy If you like that then watch the finale boy* Young rapper coming up and sprouting Old rappers mad on Twitter they're just shouting I die in my dreams and live in a nightmare Fucking the girls with all the light hair Call me mr Jim carrey cause I am the yes man I'm a liar liar but I am the best man The way to the top on a quest man Fuck up some demons never seen a more Blessed man In love with Mary but fuckin another bitch Buy twelve ranches I'm talking southern rich Yeah southern rich I'm talking southern rich Oh my god I wanna be usher rich Six bullets in the chamber of a magnum If it kills me gonna finish this album Nose dive to the bottom of a chasm Sell a million records this shit is going platinum Six bullets in the chamber of a magnum If it kills me gonna finish this album Nose dive to the bottom of a chasm Sell a million records this shit is going platinum