[VERSE I]
Word to Earl, I could bend but never dent or break
Word to Benny I'm like Pesci with the .38
I been cooking up these beats like I'm an Alchemist
I finna stand up to something like I'm Malcolm X
Make an EP then I'm macking up an album next
Yeah I'll be running to the bank with a couple thousand checks
Nothing less, another king within this game of chess
One text got a couple hundred bitches getting pressed
Uh, All these people tryna level with mе
Active sins, Father think I got the dеvil in me
My homies rocking with my shit I spit upon the mic
"Exposing me", like I don't know the kind of shit you like
The sky turns to a different hue
The sunset facing down, that's a better view
The bluest jays that sung throughout May
The jays my bro's whipping til' they're worn-out and gray
[VERSE II]
Yeah, I keep walking, my feet stomping onto the ground
My heart's beating, I need healing, I'm crying out
All this green, all this weed got me real nauseous
Only reason I ain't dead is cause' I been cautious
Why I seen em' selling strong in a white sedan
Cause' 3 milligrams boutta kill another man
Scatterbrained, cleared they heads with beer and bourbon
Don't assume my problems, if you ain't met me in person
Writing raps, posted that, I made some kids ratchet
Them bitches jumped me, now I run a track like B-Rabbit
We all deranged with the pain that we hold
How you gifted with a soul just to sell it for some fool's gold
Who knows, the summers nights, long roads, all those could've even turn't real cold
Who knows, the summers nights, long roads, all those could've even turn't real cold
Who knows, the summers nights, long roads, all those could've even turn't real cold
Who knows, the summers nights, long roads, all those could've even turn't real cold
[OUTRO]
Who knows, the summers nights, long roads, all those could've even turn't real cold