Tekst piosenki '2016' wykonawcy Jake Hill

Okay, here's another track that don't make sense
Hold up, wait a minute, I'ma talk my shit
Open up the door and get inside my ship
I'ma show you how to do it, filler words off rip
2020 coming with it, I know its a little bit away
But I'ma kill it do it how I wanna anyway
This beat a little corny but it still kinda works
Like 2016

Okay, here's another track that don't make sense
Hold up, wait a minute, I'ma talk my shit

Open up the door and get inside my ship
I'ma show you how to do it, filler words off rip
2020 coming with it, I know its a little bit away
But I'ma kill it do it how I wanna anyway
This beat a little corny but it still kinda works
Like 2016 Jake Hill on the verse
That's real, a diss to myself
Never thought I'd make it so cheers to my wealth
I don't wanna end up in Hell
But it feels like I sold my soul so please help (soul, soul, soul)
Sold out shows, on tour, never sleep
'Cause I stay too hype with it, nice on the beat
Thought I'd take a little break from the whiny shit
Here's a blast to the past with the rhymin' shit
I be the big bad wolf when I'm knocking at the door
Gotta keep my teeth hidden so nobody ever know
That I gotta kill em all, not like Ash Ketchum
For the ones that talkin' gotta teach 'em all a lesson
Like move bitch, get out the way
They talk an awful lot but got nothing to say
And I don't even really know where this shit is headed
But I keep the sail steady, for this trip I'm ready

Here's another track that don't make sense
But that's okay, I own this shit

I pull up then I leave
And I got more stacks than I rolled up with
Interest, they ain't gonna really like this
'Cause I'm talking shit but I don't mean nothing by it
I can tell they got a problem with it but they staying silent
'Til they see me winning then they wanna turn it to a riot
That's real, still the same shit, I just sit in my room
Glued to my seat, might as well be my tomb
That I'm encased in when I meet my fate
I'm 27, hope that ain't today
It's a club I don't wanna be in
So I keep it moving, I'm just following the beacon, fast
Hope it don't lead me down the wrong path
If I let it, y'all better whoop my-
Ask me how I feel, I don't really know
I'm just here, 'til the wheels are broke
I keep rolling, rolling like Fred Durst
I'm tryna take this trip on head first
And if I crash and burn, well, I guess that's life
Only one way to find out, I guess that's right
I'll close my eyes and then hit the launch
And then blast off quick 'til I hit the stars

That didn't even rhyme but whatever