$IR DAJON - $weet Sixteen (Buffalo Song) lyrics

Intro: Buffalo raps n***a, these Buffalo raps Buffalo raps n***a, these Buffalo raps Buffalo raps, yo [Verse 1: $IR DAJON] I'm from the city where the crackheads never taking a day off And the football team never making the playoffs, it's way off When the Nickel City cops lie and we pop eyes just tryna order some Popeyes And the shots fly through the young adolescents Who snatched a necklace and just, acting reckless and packing weapons In the back of his Levis But I'm working hard I ain't slacking with these rhymes My city bad when you near alot of hearses And the kids are leaving churches for the Marijuana purchase And you hear yo momma cursing She just tryna make it better She want to see you graduate instead of aim berettas Yo I went to Hutchinson Central Been close to kinfolk frontin' when ends low A few tough guys was trying and they dared me Please! I got cannons that Mariah couldn't carry (Carey) [Verse 2: $IR DAJON] It's just the Buffalo lifestyle Gangfights and model chicks turning to dykes now We getting put down look around it ain't a star Angels got wings but we stuck with the Anchor Bar New Jays and the hypes go sell a pair never played ball but always up at Delaware, looking hella scared Cause the generation stressed Take a trip for some chips and the penetrate ya vest Still innovate the best to eliminate the rest I'm in a state, where dinner dates leading up to s** and ya enemies will flex if ya similes can stretch And they claim to be ya friend but making moves with ya ex And you make a couple songs but the dudes not impressed cause you didn't say "b**h" or bring up j**els around ya neck With the bullsh**, you can miss me It may sound bad but i rep the Sixteen [Hook] It's just the Sweet Sixteen, spit mean cause Buffalo is really what it seems It's just the Sweet Sixteen, I spit mean cause Buffalo is really what it seems [Verse 3: $IR DAJON] In Buffalo it's not a hero in there But i guarantee you'll probably find Heroin there Spittin' this rare sh** Getting stuck in ya head like a hair pin Hear this, you n***as sounding lyrically impaired with That wack talk and claiming you bout that Twitter beef I don't got time I cherish moments that bittersweet The centerpiece of the inner East I'm the bigger beast on the rise so my tracks got a bit of yeast Unh They sell reggie in the stores when You say no then they try to get it forced in, that's just extortion Like lil' homie I got the fire Go grab a lighter cause this sh** is torchin' They tryna make a fortune But a portion of the fortune ain't affording an abortion or some porcelain Now you looking at the floor spin A little orphan who should've listened to the courts when they a**orted the courses you said was so boring Ignoring the sources Now you morphin' into a corpse but of course you didn't absorb the orbit Ya parents crying and whinin' (wine-ing) we gotta cork them They getting eaten alive we gotta fork them You gotta stand up for yourself and enforce before the tabloids fake it Full head of stream like an asteroid flamin' Cause they never wanna see a young black boy make it! But I'm rising to the top and I'm puttin' my foot down Projection in my voice look at who getting shook now It's not me it's not me so you can miss me It's not me it's not me so you can miss me It's not me it's not me you can miss me Flight Squad $IR DAJON these n***as wanna diss me I don't care I got love for my city I don't care I got love for my city [Bridge] It's just the Sweet Sixteen n***a It's just the Sweet Sixteen Reality ain't a dream, and Buffalo is actually what it seems Shout out Flight Squad Shout out Shaq Jones Shout out Bob Dans Shout out Marc Griffin Shout out John Shout out to Zeeky Shout out TheNiteShift....and K Shout out to Alejandro Shout out to my mom, word!