I gotta quarter tank of gas and my bucket still whipping
Like a runaway speeding through the night
16 And God
Thats all I really need
I'm just tryna live my life
On a quarter tank of gas and my bucket still whipping
Like a runaway speeding through the night
16 And God thats all I really need
I'm praying that I get this shit right
Figure 8
Then figure Nate little nigga late always but I'm right on time
Cause when I think about we all on time
Borrowed time
All the time no telling
No time for gellin'
I'm too seasoned to be salty that means I'm cold as ice
And whoever tries to cross me is trippin'
Slippin' looking stupid cause you knew the consequences
One mic thats all I needed and
One love to you for taking the time to listen to this right now
I colored outside the lines and questioned myself about
Who would feel these raps and who wouldn't
But see
I felt it
So I shouldn't backpedaling dumb dem rhymes down
Pipe down
So we can resume to get higher than frequent fliers
Cause even if the flies didn't get noticed
And you was the only one at the show
It's all scrumptious
Gravy rambunctious
With the punctuation
It may be a little bit different than what you're used to seeing
But who the truest human being MCing
In all the sea and land
Who never seem to land
But never seem to mind either
Muf*cka dats me
And all I got for them is either
And gotta quarter tank of gas and my bucket still whipping
Like a runaway speeding through the night
16 And God
Thats all I really need
I'm just tryna live my life
On a quarter tank of gas and my bucket still whipping
Like a runaway speeding through the night
16 And God
Thats all I really need
I'm praying that I get this shit right
Cause
Everything I want is standing right in front of me
I'm just comfortable controlling my actions
Cause you see
My minds a maze thats filled with haze
From all of the pollutants of crazed sights of slaves
And graves that are filled with the casualties of war
I just casually move with caution
Looking at coffin options for rappers who
Often leave me gradually to snore
Ice storms
In the vestals of my heart
Never questioned from the start
We started a revolution never losing to the system and
Systematically we handles beats
With a prestige caliber instinct
To give a damn bout what them think
I'm in sync with the pen's ink
And them 16s that sink and make your God damn head shrink like Betelgeuse
See we guys with and equal slice
With an equal slice
For the people thats keeping the (N-I-N-E-2- 5) dream alive
It's got me back up on my shit
And its a blissful abyss
And it sounds like
This
I gotta quarter tank of gas and my bucket still whipping
Like a runaway speeding through the night
16 And God
Thats all I really need
I'm just tryna live my life
On a quarter tank of gas and my bucket still whipping
Like a runaway speeding through the night
16 And God
Thats all I really need
I'm praying that I get this shit right
Cause you don't know what I been through
And you don't know what I've seen
And I don't know you
And you don't know me
But its cool
Just hop your ass in my ride and don't curb my mood
Nate Scott - 16 & God Lyrics
Nate Scott - 16 & God Lyrics
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I gotta quarter tank of gas and my bucket still whipping
Like a runaway speeding through the night
16 And God
Thats all I really need
I'm just tryna live my life
On a quarter tank of gas and my bucket still whipping
Like a runaway speeding through the night
16 And God thats all I really need
I'm praying that I get this shit right
Figure 8
Then figure Nate little nigga late always but I'm right on time
Cause when I think about we all on time
Borrowed time
All the time no telling
No time for gellin'
I'm too seasoned to be salty that means I'm cold as ice
And whoever tries to cross me is trippin'
Slippin' looking stupid cause you knew the consequences
One mic thats all I needed and
One love to you for taking the time to listen to this right now
I colored outside the lines and questioned myself about
Who would feel these raps and who wouldn't
But see
I felt it
So I shouldn't backpedaling dumb dem rhymes down
Pipe down
So we can resume to get higher than frequent fliers
Cause even if the flies didn't get noticed
And you was the only one at the show
It's all scrumptious
Gravy rambunctious
With the punctuation
It may be a little bit different than what you're used to seeing
But who the truest human being MCing
In all the sea and land
Who never seem to land
But never seem to mind either
Muf*cka dats me
And all I got for them is either
And gotta quarter tank of gas and my bucket still whipping
Like a runaway speeding through the night
16 And God
Thats all I really need
I'm just tryna live my life
On a quarter tank of gas and my bucket still whipping
Like a runaway speeding through the night
16 And God
Thats all I really need
I'm praying that I get this shit right
Cause
Everything I want is standing right in front of me
I'm just comfortable controlling my actions
Cause you see
My minds a maze thats filled with haze
From all of the pollutants of crazed sights of slaves
And graves that are filled with the casualties of war
I just casually move with caution
Looking at coffin options for rappers who
Often leave me gradually to snore
Ice storms
In the vestals of my heart
Never questioned from the start
We started a revolution never losing to the system and
Systematically we handles beats
With a prestige caliber instinct
To give a damn bout what them think
I'm in sync with the pen's ink
And them 16s that sink and make your God damn head shrink like Betelgeuse
See we guys with and equal slice
With an equal slice
For the people thats keeping the (N-I-N-E-2- 5) dream alive
It's got me back up on my shit
And its a blissful abyss
And it sounds like
This
I gotta quarter tank of gas and my bucket still whipping
Like a runaway speeding through the night
16 And God
Thats all I really need
I'm just tryna live my life
On a quarter tank of gas and my bucket still whipping
Like a runaway speeding through the night
16 And God
Thats all I really need
I'm praying that I get this shit right
Cause you don't know what I been through
And you don't know what I've seen
And I don't know you
And you don't know me
But its cool
Just hop your ass in my ride and don't curb my mood
Like a runaway speeding through the night
16 And God
Thats all I really need
I'm just tryna live my life
On a quarter tank of gas and my bucket still whipping
Like a runaway speeding through the night
16 And God thats all I really need
I'm praying that I get this shit right
Figure 8
Then figure Nate little nigga late always but I'm right on time
Cause when I think about we all on time
Borrowed time
All the time no telling
No time for gellin'
I'm too seasoned to be salty that means I'm cold as ice
And whoever tries to cross me is trippin'
Slippin' looking stupid cause you knew the consequences
One mic thats all I needed and
One love to you for taking the time to listen to this right now
I colored outside the lines and questioned myself about
Who would feel these raps and who wouldn't
But see
I felt it
So I shouldn't backpedaling dumb dem rhymes down
Pipe down
So we can resume to get higher than frequent fliers
Cause even if the flies didn't get noticed
And you was the only one at the show
It's all scrumptious
Gravy rambunctious
With the punctuation
It may be a little bit different than what you're used to seeing
But who the truest human being MCing
In all the sea and land
Who never seem to land
But never seem to mind either
Muf*cka dats me
And all I got for them is either
And gotta quarter tank of gas and my bucket still whipping
Like a runaway speeding through the night
16 And God
Thats all I really need
I'm just tryna live my life
On a quarter tank of gas and my bucket still whipping
Like a runaway speeding through the night
16 And God
Thats all I really need
I'm praying that I get this shit right
Cause
Everything I want is standing right in front of me
I'm just comfortable controlling my actions
Cause you see
My minds a maze thats filled with haze
From all of the pollutants of crazed sights of slaves
And graves that are filled with the casualties of war
I just casually move with caution
Looking at coffin options for rappers who
Often leave me gradually to snore
Ice storms
In the vestals of my heart
Never questioned from the start
We started a revolution never losing to the system and
Systematically we handles beats
With a prestige caliber instinct
To give a damn bout what them think
I'm in sync with the pen's ink
And them 16s that sink and make your God damn head shrink like Betelgeuse
See we guys with and equal slice
With an equal slice
For the people thats keeping the (N-I-N-E-2- 5) dream alive
It's got me back up on my shit
And its a blissful abyss
And it sounds like
This
I gotta quarter tank of gas and my bucket still whipping
Like a runaway speeding through the night
16 And God
Thats all I really need
I'm just tryna live my life
On a quarter tank of gas and my bucket still whipping
Like a runaway speeding through the night
16 And God
Thats all I really need
I'm praying that I get this shit right
Cause you don't know what I been through
And you don't know what I've seen
And I don't know you
And you don't know me
But its cool
Just hop your ass in my ride and don't curb my mood
Writer: Nathan Scott
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