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[Hook: Andre 3000] When 16 ain't enough.. [Intro: Rick Ross] It's funny because it's been on my mind lately Having a dope beat, dope idea.. Sixteen bars ain't enough! How the [bad word] can I squeeze my whole life into a 16 bar verse? You know, so many different levels to living your life Depicting with your wordplay exactly what life means to you Sixteen ain't enough I know y'all gonna feel me on this one You gotta feel me on this one [Verse 1: Rick Ross] It's funny how things change, funny how time fly More than 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 [bad word] I opened a Swiss account Eisenhower status, Etta James on the dash Smooth as John Coltrane [bad word] in the Cadillac Seville - feel my life on the real We the Last Poets so this is a world premiere Rolling like Mick Jagger, the women just getting badder All I see is the money, cream, Eric Clapton And all I wanted was one, 16 ain't enough Talking that fast money, 15 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 Dressed like Sammy Davis, steaming my marijuana Double MG's, double M fees We in every hood, [bad word] government cheese Yacht to Yachtmasters, Old Dirty [bad word] Floor seat for the Heat, paper that I'm stackin Better put away a penny for the rainy days Pick and roll, give and go, [bad word] a fade away Living like Scottie Pippen, dribble riddles for vittles Started off with a scribble, now I'm flowing a river She say my heart cold, I'm naming my son December Whitney died night before the Grammys -- [bad word] what a memory [bad word] Tower and I started with a 10 speed Born broke, had to use a [bad word] s instincts Now I get a hundred racks for the 16 Waking up to turkey bacon and my thick queen Niggas hating, I'm just watching on the big screen 3 stacks on the beat and the kicks mean [Hook] [Interlude: Andre 3k] You know how sometimes you got so much to say but They on- they only give you 16, heh.. Man it's like.. I mean, I got so much to say The world has said so much to me, and I just wanna give right back to 'em But... I only get 16, that's like a cage, you know I really can't say what I wanna say, you know it's just a glimpse That's all, just one uh, one little single glimpse Just a page But I guess I'm defeating the purpose of doing all this talking [Verse 2: Andre 3K] Summer '88, or was it '89 Or was it winter-time, ah, nevermind I'm in my room, booming Drawin' LL Cool J album covers with Crayolas on [bad word] paper I'm trying to [bad word] 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 [bad word] 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 I don't budge, don't want much, just a roof and a porch And a Porsche, and a horse and unfortunately But of course an assortment of torches that scorches the skin, when they enter [bad word] whose tutors did a lousy job How's he God if he lets Lucifer let loose on us? That noose on us won't loosen up, but loose enough to juice us up Make us think we do so much and do it big Like they don'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 aches Then go grab the finest wine and drink it Like we know which grape and which region it came fro