Roll Bounce - Intellectual

[Verse 1]

Reminiscing when me and the homies would hit up the skating rink

Flip phone on the belt loop, we was fresh, we ain't care what a hater think

New girl on the block, niggas wanted her but they couldn't bag it

I remember when I got at her, shot my shot but my jumper was automatic

Her homegirls say he a rapper don't give him no play

It's the ugly girls in the crew that always got something to say

Keep it low key in the cut, don't gotta make no scene

I know it sounds like a fantasy, but this ain't make believe

Her mom dukes don't fuck with rappers either

Her pops was a spitter, she said "baby, don't be foolish, they'll just up and leave ya"

But we got ride out to this 702 banging out my speakers

The moonlight hit her skin right and accent her features

Brown skin, slim waist, attitude on 10 when I leave out

Afro puffs, In the back rolled up

Tryna see what it could be about

We was teenagers bumping Outkast in my bedroom

Saying "Sorry, Ms. Jackson but your daughter's a lovely distraction"

Tommy jacket, with the baggy jeans

She was looking clean plus kicks matching

Telling me she wants to be an actress

Then I got acquainted with her mattress, that's what happened

United Skates when I was just a youngin, learned a lot of shit

I found a bottom chick and when the rink closed, before I hit the do', I know I got to split

Cause she bad

[Hook]

Perfect summer day

Cops ride by and they ain't shit got say

Nothin at all

Young niggas getting money summer we ball

You can't cruise in my ride, if you ain't got 5

That's my just my rule

Unless you the homie

You don't owe me

[Verse 2]

Cruising my old street, then I started remembering

Back when Fif was a clepto, stealing candy out of severance

Hot days, hot girls

We was ridin' round looking for em

In my busted Cavalier, dreamin' bout a life of fame and touring

Back in the kulture days, man I was so amazed

Dropping tapes for the Heights we was nice, scheming on hopefully getting paid

But money wasn't everything, we was really living in the moment

Doing shit as a young nigga, nowadays I can't condone it

Back when B was living right around the corner, kicked it all the time

He's in NY, ask me how I'm doing, I just lie and tell him I'm doing fine

Remember this summer thing, it was more of a summer fling

Lost a couple of niggas I thought was my homies, I guess that's what trouble brings

Looking back on it, we was young niggas trying to make a dream happen

Met my closest homies in the 7th grade, when we wasn't even rapping

Shifty niggas wasn't playing fair, man, they wasn't even scrapping

Then me, Fif and B got robbed at gun point, right on North Hampton

It was a few years ago, summer loving and I had a cold piece

Mom dukes used to cook for me, cop books for me, she was so sweet

Her and her homegirls, 6 deep

Jumping out the jeep, park it on the streets, bumping some Kelis

Speakers full blast, ridin' by police

She was so bad