[Intro]

Dear summer

Yeah, suffix people, you know, you, you

You already, yeah, come on

[Verse]

Kickin' rocks on the block tellin' all the OG's

"I'll be coming for your spot when you're not looking"

Hot cooking, momma got it on the kitchen table

I thank God we were always able to

Get the leather couch, big screen, cable too

Nintendo when good grades came through

Then the cooked K's came through

Some soft, some stepped on, but we kept on

And I slept with the work plеnty nights

Thought I heard niggas coming, thought I saw the cop lights but

I was dreaming, thеn I woke, the junkies was still fiending

And I had coke, so I had hope

You may say that is wrong

But I ain't talkin to ya child, I'm talkin' to this song

I'm just doing the walk down memory lane, if I crash, just pick up my brain

And yes, my niggas the same, but they quicker to bang

And if they do then I'm the nigga you blame, so I shoot first anyway

And I would do the honors anyday and tell your honor he a bitch to his face

And whip through the state like I whip through the A

Show ya ass how to take 4 and get 8

And it don't take 4 niggas to get straight

The only hot boy eating off this plate

Young Weezy baby, that's what ya bitch say

Give her ass a location and a template

Show her how to work the interstate

Stop working with that thinner weight, get ya breaks fixed

Stop playin', 'cause all we know is gunplay

Trip while you full and my clip gon' be empty

When the stomachs get empty anything's tempting

Ain't nobody safe when it's for the kid's sake

Hurricane wipe the south like a earthquake

We tryna save face but we ain't got a place

To stay, so they made us evacuate, we on our way pussies, relocate

Y'all know us, when you see us put your jewels up

Put your cars, put your clothes, put your shoes up

It's that serious, homie, pick the news up

It wasn't good nigga, think about the hood nigga

The people who ain't, never had shit, ain't gon neva have shit

Bullshit cause they still gon try to manage

Niggas doin anything like God gon understand them

But please understand us, niggas with money lost mansions

Niggas with nothing lost families

Lives lost in traffic, water up to the attic

There goes the stashes, but a nigga got passion

Even though the bounce back seeming like Magic

Shit, well, call me Siegfried

Watch how I turn one ki to a hundred G's

Yeah, dear summer, summer breeze

Summer, please know I live for ya

Throw on the wifebeater, let back the lid for ya

A few years I prolly hear from ya, but now I'm here for ya

I know niggas that shed a tear for ya, behind bars tryna get to ya

They prolly never see ya

It's that real talk if you ever heard it, homie

Shit hurt so much might have to hurt ya, homie

No commercial, no frontin', no curve on it

No cut, tell life "so what?"

The drought's in not only white slowed up

The weed slowed up, we can't even roll up

Fuck, put a dent in the money too

But that's the last thing 'cause hustle is what we do

Hustle with what, how we getting on

Where he sittin' at, what he sittin' on?

Stand up if you know it's true

The end of the world comin' and my city the proof

Damn, and this is after disaster

This ain't rap, this a recap

Stepping off the G-4 still strapped

Bust ya head in the air, that's a skycap

Have my car pick me up where I arrive at

Drop the work off cause it don't go where I reside at

Garbage bags filled up with dollas

Dead presidents, gotta dump the bodies

Birdman, as long as we gon' eat, then everyone eat off me

Feet off ground, fingers to the stars, reaching

And I'm a get there through these bars, believe me

I'm down for the cause, even when everything paused, I proceeded

I'm a leader, meet the son of Jacida

Fuck the world, not the people there