Summertime - Intellectual

[Intro: Meek Mill]

R.I.P to all the young niggas that couldn't make it here

Ain't no love in the summertime

I'm kinda hot right now

I think I'll let the clock wind down

We must've hit the finish line, cause

Ain't no love in the summertime (x7)

Ain't no love in the summertime

Where young niggas dying for a pair of number nine

Jordans, They got it scorching on the other side

Ever see a nigga get murdered and see his mother cry

Prolly one of the reasons I never cried

Trying to ball for a hundred summers and never die

Last time I seen my daddy I had to tell him bye

Rolling down in the ground mama couldn't tell me why

So I was on the corner all them late nights

Young nigga out there swimming with the great whites

Cops always shining on me like a stage light

It wasn't no time for stage fright

Niggas busting, medics rushing clearing the scene

Young niggas was dying boy I pray its never my team

So we out here strapping

Before this rapping I was trapping

I'm talking middle of summer when niggas get put in caskets oh!

My momma had me young and my daddy he was gone to the pen

So I grew up thuggin' with my friends chasing ends

Hopefully sit in a Benz

Rapping just what I live swear its no need to pretend

I been outchea long, daddy he was gone

And what's crazy about that I don't know when he coming home

But that don't stop shit I still be in my fucking zone

I've been the king of this shit give me my motherfucking throne

Nigga If I could go back I wouldn't rewind shit

I started taking over niggas got behind quick

Then friends started switching, bitches start acting different

But I can't get off my mission guess its just my ambition