[Chorus]

Is this gon be the summer they come for me?

Guns upon me, tryna put food in my young tummy

Is this gon be the summer the cops get me

Shots rip me, tryna push whips off lots swiftly

Is this gon be the summer they come for me

Guns upon me, tryna put food in my young tummy

Is this gon be the summer the cops get me

Shots rip me, tryna push whips off lots swiftly

[Verse 1]

Dope plots, sold rocks, hold down whole spot

Go cop products slide em in front of stove top

Primetime, one shot show stop

Enemies come finally, it’s no shot

They blasting goons late afternoon for a road block

Started clapping my lil man, was unwrapping his Blow pop

Shot in the face never got the taste of Sour Apple

Strays from the trays put him down like a power tackle

Mom’s unaware, son is aired in front the stairs

Niggas walked and they seen me, now they running scared

Could happen any given day that’s why I come prepared

It’s a jungle of concrete, we running on scarred feet

Niggas dumping and pumping and jumping the don’s seat

Most fall short, caught in a hard sweep

After prayer I sit quiet trying listen to God speak

We all his children why I’m feeling like a dark sheep?

For singles, we out here back biting

Some entry-level positions some pack lightning

I did it all, from ball, crack, to rap writing

I played for the school of hard knocks and got a fat stipend

[Chorus]

Is this gon be the summer they come for me?

Guns upon me, tryna put food in my young tummy

Is this gon be the summer the cops get me?

Shots rip me, tryna push whips off lots swiftly

Is this gon be the summer they come for me?

Guns upon me, tryna put food in my young tummy

Is this gon be the summer the cops get me

Shots rip me, tryna push whips off lots swiftly?

[Verse 2]

For that dollar dollar bill, fuck who in power moving powder who I gotta kill?

You stupid fam, or Superman if you ain’t gotta shield

They speculate you blessed with weight, that you in powders field

King’s bounty in King’s County, you ain’t gotta kneel

Brooklyn owner’s juxin homes so you decide to steal

Chamber’s aiming full of pain that you ain’t tryna feel

Hard as felt, fuck the cards I’m dealt, I’m out here tryna deal

Roam wicked, write my own ticket, when the sign’s sealed

Chrome mallet, cold palate it’s the 9mm

It’s decent though, I keep it low, I’m getting my chill

Discreet talking, keep walking if you ain’t tryna build

Indeed emphatic, need to have it, I’m in my prime still

Illicit path, just for cash, will it last

I can’t tell, I know that time will

[Chorus]

Is this gon be the summer they come for me?

Guns upon me, tryna put food in my young tummy

Is this gon be the summer the cops get me?

Shots rip me, tryna push whips off lots swiftly

[Outro]

I don’t know man. I’m just doing, I’m just doing my everyday thing man. My 1-2. Living. Word