Lyrics Sweet 16 - Connect-R feat. Cortes

Relax yourself, let your mind be free
Now you're rollin' with the boys from the ROP
Y'all know me, Ginuwine like Pony

Rappin' On the only one

Take the journey as a gift

You know we flowin' like a drift

I spit seeds for my sick skill

I'm still in

MC's remain proud
I chose makin' money, nobody kickin' me out

Here with Cortes
Blessin' hip-hop, sometimes we reminisce

Drop a little herb down on my paper
Put a bitch lips down down on my zipper
Gimme a Dr. Pepper so I can spice the letter
Gimme a pen and a paper and I give you Connect-R

Rap — never talkin' bluff
Money — never get enough
Weed — never smoke enough
So you stash that cash or you pass that puff

Rap — never talkin' bluff
Money —never had enough
Weed — never smoke enough
So you stash that cash or you pass that puff

Let me begin with the basics
Gimme the mic device
So then I can bring you no less than my oasis
Cortes writin' the pages

I can't remain nameless

I've been through changes
Seen so many different places, paid the wages
No more bluffin', now I'm holdin' aces
Rockin' stages, on the road to bein' f' famous

You see me aimin' only for the top now

I'm goin' up now
Ain't gotta duck down, I like the brightness
I'm stayin' high, so I'm guessin' I'm your highness

One of the finest, and that's the real me
My neighbors choke from the smoke in my chimney
Everyday my head is spinnin' like a frisbee
And every night I feel free, you feel me?