Unscripted - One O' Sixteen Lyrics

One O sixteen time to clean up around
Black money dreams Black money all around
Presidential view with her feet on the ground
Hands on my back
Butt naked on the glass
Cmb city bad bitches fleet up around

Money talks bullshit walks around town
At the prime of my game
Crime sites play ground
Blind sight homicides
What a time to be alive
Story that we dedicated
To the homies delegated
Straight to heaven rest in peace to thambi and the generation
Shows that we advocated
Profit that we generated
Gold never silver plated
Lost the plot we hella faded
It's a f*cking party when we pull up in the elevator
Beats that we cultivated
City that we educated
Street life graduated
F*ck the system terminate it
Molly got the kids faded
Piumi got the creeps jaded
Gotta make sense now I'm baaack to that
All star boys now so it's blaaack on black
Paid in full cash now it's staacks on stacks
White powder confidence and arraaack attack