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    Dear summer,
    Yeah, suffix people, you know, you, you,
    you already, yeah, come on
    Kickin rocks on the block tellin all the old g's
    I be coming for your spot when your 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 plenty nights thought I heard
    Niggas coming thought I saw the cop lights but
    I was dreaming, then I woke, the junkies was still feenin
    N I had coke so I had hope u 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 nikkas the same, but they quicker to bang
    And if they do then I'm the nikka u 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 nikkas to get straight
    The only hot boy even 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 innerstate
    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 anythings 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
    We eat no cake
    Ya'll notice 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 nikka, think about the hood nikka...
    The people who ain't, never had shit, ain't gon neva have shit
    Bullshit cause they still gon try to manage
    nikkas doin anything
    Like god gon understand them
    But please understand us, nikkas with money lost mansions

    Nikkas with nothing lost families
    Lives lost in traffic, brought it up to the attic,
    there goes the stashes
    But a nikka got passion
    Even though the bounce back seeming like magic
    Shit, but call me sick freak
    Watch how I turn one k 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 nikkas 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 it 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 cumin and my city the proof
    There, and this is after disaster, this ain't rap dis a recap
    Stepping of the g4 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, reach

    And I'm a get death through these balls, 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.

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