Sixteen

[Intro: Rick Ross]

J.U.S.T.I.C.E. League

Huh! This is special

Extremely special

[Chorus: André 3000]

When sixteen ain't enough

When sixteen ain't enough

Ooh, yeah

Aw yeah-eah-eah-eah-eah-eah-eah

When sixteen ain't enough

When sixteen ain't enough

Ooh, yeah

Aw yeah-eah-eah-eah-eah-eah-eah

[Interlude: Rick Ross]

It's funny because, it's been on my mind lately

Having a dope beat, a dope idea

Sixteen bars ain't enough!

How the fuck, can I squeeze my whole life into a sixteen-bar verse?

You know, so many different levels, to living your life and

Depicting, with your wordplay

Exactly what life means to you, and sixteen ain't enough

I know y'all gonna feel me on this one

You gotta feel me on this one, huh!

[Verse 1: Rick Ross]

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 opened a Swiss account

Eisenhower status, Etta James on the dash

Smooth as John Coltrane cruising in the Cadillac

Seville, feel my life on the real

We the Last Poets so this is a world premiere

Rolling like Mick Jagger, the women just getting badder

All I see is the money, cream, Eric Clapton

And all I wanted was one, sixteen ain't enough

Talking that fast money, fifteen every month

When your people labelled poor, that motivated me more

Everything I ever wore was once worn before

Roll with the punches, now it's box office numbers

Dressed like Sammy Davis, steaming my marijuana

Double M G's, double M fees

We in every hood, nigga: government cheese

Yacht to Yachtmasters, Ol' Dirty Bastard

Floor seat for the Heat, paper that I'm stackin'

Better put away a penny for the rainy days

Pick and roll, give and go, fuck a fade away

Living like Scottie Pippen, dribble riddles for vittles

Started off with a scribble, now I'm flowing a river

She say my heart cold, I'm naming my son December

Whitney died night before the Grammys – damn, what a memory

Trump Tower when I started with a 10 speed

Born broke, had to use a nigga's instincts

Now I get a hundred racks for the sixteen

Waking up to turkey bacon and my thick queen

Niggas hating, I'm just watching on the big screen

Three Stacks on the beat and the kicks mean

[Chorus: André 3000]

When sixteen ain't enough

When sixteen ain't enough

Ooh, yeah

Aw yeah-eah-eah-eah-eah-eah-eah

When sixteen ain't enough

When sixteen ain't enough

Ooh, yeah

Aw yeah-eah-eah-eah-eah-eah-eah

[Interlude: André 3000]

You know how sometimes you got so much to say but

They on-, they only give you sixteen? Hehehe

Man it's like, I mean, I got so much to say you know

The world has said like so much to me

And I just wanna give right back to 'em, you know?

But, I only get sixteen, that's like a cage, you know?

I really can't say what I wanna say, you know?

It's just a glimpse, that's all

Just one uh, one little single glimpse, just a page

But I guess I'm defeating the purpose of doing all this talking

Aight

[Verse 2: André 3000]

Summer '88, or was it '89?

Or was it wintertime? Ah, never mind

I'm in my room, booming

Drawin' LL Cool J album covers with Crayolas on construction paper

I'm tryna fuck my neighbor, I'm tryna hook my waves up

I'm tryna pull my grades up, to get them saddle lace ups

Before lil' Marc was Jacob, before them girls wore makeup

Before my voice would break up, before we'd tour them shake clubs

Before my mama wake up, before my crumbs would cake up

Before they tell me they love me and we'll never break up

Before the time she makes love to someone that I thought was my homeboy

But boy, was I wrong now

I don't budge, don't want much, just a roof and a porch

And a Porsche, and a horse, and unfortunately, but of course

An assortment of torches that scorches the skin

When they enter, intruders whose tutors did

A lousy job, how's he God if he lets Lucifer 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, it feel good when the hood pseudo-celebrate

Hence, why every time we dine, we eat until our belly aches

Then go grab the finest wine and drink it

Like we know which grape and which region it came from

As if we can name 'em; hint-hint—it ain't, um, Welch's

Hell just fell three thousand 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

I feel right at home, y'all sitting right at home

All Kellygreen with envy while I'm jelly beans descending

Into the palm of a child, 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 is to swim

And Flipper didn't hold his nose, so why shall I hold my tongue?

I miss the days of old when one could hold his gal on his arm

And not set off these alarms, when cameras snap-snap-snap

Return fire, pap-pap-pap pap pap-pap pap pap

They'll learn why, mere privacy, so essential

They won't make no laws, I break their laws 'til they see out our window

I take the fall, to make them all, treat human kind more gentle

Forsake 'em all, I hate them all, don't like 'em, don't pretend to

Yeah, something tells me we ain't in Kansas anymore

All that shit that used to be cool, ain't cool anymore

All them women we were pursuing, now they want more

And they deserve it all, don't settle for what ain't yours

[Chorus: André 3000 & Rick Ross]

When sixteen ain't enough

When sixteen ain't enough

Ooh (Lord!) yeah (Oh Lord!)

Aw yeah-eah-eah-eah-eah-eah-eah

When sixteen ain't enough

When sixteen ain't enough

Ooh, yeah (When sixteen ain't enough)

Aw yeah-eah-eah-eah-eah-eah-eah (When sixteen ain't enough)

Breakdown, breakdown

[Breakdown: André 3000 & Rick Ross]

Does your mama know you see me? Does she know you're freaky?

Does she ever wonder if it's 'bout ya I am speaking?

Do you ever ponder where I'm at when you get sleepy?

How the hell I'm gonna tell the youth don't be me? Yeah

Hahahahah, hahahah, I love it

Does your daddy think you perfect? Does he know for certain?

Does he know how you act when you pull back all them curtains?

Do he think I'm 2Pac 'cause I'm Black and put the words in?

Does he know his daughter might have caught a real merman? Yeah

[Outro: Rick Ross]

Hahahah, it's funny because, we could've short-changed you (Huh!)

But because we love you, we go that extra mile

Break it down for 'em, André, huh!

[Guitar Solo: André 3000]

[Outro: Rick Ross]

Next level, amazing