Heron - Sixteen (feat. Prada Shy) Lyrics

He moving at night it's important
Under the sky with a score
Utter a price, f*ck the law
Fluttering eyes as much as he saw
Mud in is wine, pour favour
The floor of his floorboards is scoring his score
More of the score he be shifting abroad
From port to galore muscle off his Dior
Luck was running in his corner
Start stacking bands for a quarter
Til he fed up with the horiditz
Sold his last pack he was honest
Told all his fam he was off it
Hoping his cough wasn't obvious
Shifting he's out to the college
Falling in love with the promises
He was 16 out here slanging dope
Hanging with the dealers 'cus they made him feel at home
Strap in his bag to protect what he had
Didn't wanna use it 'cus little - was sad
Sad, mad, gang bang, didn't wanna look weak
Did as he was told 'cus he was promised gwap and safety
Saftey from the 12 and all that he opposed
Didn't have a choice 'cus he didn't have a home
No where to go, no where to stow
Walking down the street he be gripping on his glock
Ready for an opp or to buss a couple shots
People wanna off him, people want him dead
He be hearing cunts that be coming for him next
Getting real scared he remembers what H said
Don't try to run 'cus you finna end up dead
Just kill a f*cker 'cus they be coming for you next
Little - was scared
All he thinks is red
Red from the blood spilled, red from the dead
Alone in the room he be looking at the floor
Pistol to his head, he can't take this shit no more