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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Rick Ross
Vocals
André 3000
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
William Roberts
Songwriter
Erik Ortiz
Songwriter
Kevin Crowe
Songwriter
Kenneth Bartolomei
Songwriter
André Benjamin
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
J.U.S.T.I.C.E. League
Producer
John Rivers
Recording Engineer
Leslie Brathwaite
Mixing Engineer
Chris Athens
Mastering Engineer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
J.U.S.T.I.C.E. League
This is special
Extremely special
[Verse 2]
When sixteen ain't enough
It's funny because, it's been on my mind lately
When sixteen ain't enough
Havin' 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
When sixteen ain't enough
To livin' your life
Depictin' with your wordplay
When sixteen ain't enough
Exactly what life means to you
Sixteen ain't enough
I know ya'll gon' feel me on this one
Gotta feel me on this one
[Verse 3]
It's funny how things change, it's 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 ****, I opened a Swiss account
Eisenhower status, Etta James on the dash
Smooth as John Coltrane, cruisin' in the Cadillac
Seville, feel my life on the real
We The Last Poets, so this is a real premier
Rollin' like Mick Jagger, the women just gettin' badder
All I see is the money, cream, Eric Clapton
And all I wanted was one sixteen ain't enough
Talkin' 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
Dress like Sammy Davis, steamin' my marijuana
Double MGs, double M fees
We in every hood, ****, government cheese
Yachts and yacht masters, old dirty bastard
Floor seat for the heat, paper that I'm stackin'
Better put away your penny for the rainy days
Pick and roll, give and go, fuck a fade away
Livin' like Scottie Pippen, dribble riddles for vittles
Started off with a scribble, now I'm flowin' a river
She say my heart cold, I'm namin' my son December
Whitney died night before the Grammys, damn, what a memory
Trump Tower when I started with a ten speed
Born broke had to use a **** instincts
Now I get a hunnid racks for the sixteen
Wakin' up to turkey bacon and my thick queen
**** hatin', I'm just watchin' on the big screen
Three stacks on the beat and the kicks mean
[Verse 4]
When sixteen ain't enough
You know how sometimes you got so much to say but
When sixteen ain't enough
They only, they only give you sixteen, heh
Man it's like, yeah, I mean I got so much to say ya know
Oh, yeah
This world has said like so much to me
I just wanna give it right back to 'em, ya know
When sixteen ain't enough
But I only get sixteen that's like a cage, ya know
When sixteen ain't enough
I-I really can't say what I wanna say
Ya know, it's just a glimpse, that's all, just one, uh
One lil single glimpse
Just a page
Then I guess I'm defeatin' the purpose
Of doin' all this talkin', aight
[Verse 5]
Summer '88, or was it '89?
Or was it winter-time
Ah, never mind
I'm in my room boomin'
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
[Verse 6]
I don't budge, don't want much, just a roof and a porch
And a Porsche, and a horse, and an 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 let's Lucifer let lose on us? That noose on us
Won't loosen up, but lose enough to juice us up
Make us think we do so much and do it big
Like they won'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 ache
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, Welches
Hell just fell three thousand more degrees cooler
Y'all can 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 backs against the wall
[Verse 7]
I feel right at home y'all, sittin' right at home
All Kelly Green with envy, while I'm jelly beans descending
Into the palm of a child, who 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 don't shake his fin, regardless if gets in or outta the 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 I set off these alarms, when camera snap-snap-snaps
Return fire, pap-pap-pap-pap-pap-pap-pap-pap
[Verse 8]
They'll learn why, mere privacy's so essential
They won't make no laws, I break they law
Till 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 too
Yeah, somethin' tells me we ain't in Kansas anymore
All the shit that used to be cool, ain't cool anymore
All the women who were pursuin', now they want more
And they deserve it all, don't settle for what ain't yours
[Verse 9]
When sixteen ain't enough
When sixteen ain't enough
Lord
Oh, Lord
When sixteen ain't enough
When sixteen ain't enough
When sixteen ain't enough
When sixteen ain't enough
Break down, break down
[Verse 10]
Does your momma 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 wonder where I'm at when you get sleepy?
How the hell I'm goin' to tell the youth don't be me? Yeah
I love it
[Verse 11]
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 works in?
Does he know his daughter mighta caught a real mermen? Yeah
[Verse 12]
It's funny because, because you're a changer
But because we love ya, we go that extra mile
Break it down for 'em Andre
Next level
Amazing
Written by: André Benjamin, Erik Ortiz, Kenneth Bartolomei, Kevin Crowe, William Roberts