Goodbye (Sweet Sixteen) - Wiz Khalifa (维兹·卡利法)/Mac Miller

Hahaha

Yeah

Yeah

Tell 'em go home 'cause I'ma go hard

Juliano on the track

I'ma go hard or I'ma go home

I haven't been there you know in so long

So goodbye

I worked for everything I own

Dare a n***a try and take it

Spent 300 on the frames

Just for blocking out you haters haters

Swear they're in my way

They in my rear view mirror mirror

If a n***a act stupid

I'mma let him get his issue

Everything designer

And my back seats recline

I got a thing for livin' good

And blowing money like it's tissue

But n***as see you eating

Get to starving for a plate

Well you don't give it when they hate

That's why my n***as keep a biscuit

It's no gimmick

I talk it how I live it

So when n***a 'cross the finish

Gotta push it to the limit

Got a mom and little sister

I plan on taking care of

Lost my uncle this year

A couple n***as in the system

So I roll

No telling where I'm landing

But I know something

That I'm going towards some money

I can see you n***as slacking

Everyday I'm on my job

Young Khalifa going hard

'Til the I'm last man standing

Standing

Tell 'em go home 'cause I'ma go hard

Go hard

Go hard or I'ma go home

I ain't been there you know in so long

So goodbye

So goodbye