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Yeah (Summer time) I was fightin' for my life in the summer time Niggas always tryna catch me when I'm doin' right It get the hottest down in August Why niggas gotta die in every July? Oh, oh, oh, woah Even though it's hot out here, I'm still gon' be a criminal Come and check my temperature, spent fever in the Gucci store Assassination artist, flippin', make that shit flawless Every bands in your hands, out the dumpster Don't understand how business work It's the youngster mindset, my mind set about that action I'm tryna flex and have sex, fuck his taxes Spendin' it all on the drop, then watch, the Rollie, I was livin' the dream Takin' the tips and I'm dodgin' the rent 'Cause I live with my team, ride for my team Makin' me greens, profit was green, I need more 'reens Ballin' the finals, I'm takin' the finals The scholar, the league, champion, king, yeah Big mojo, but my fomo was hittin' I went loco with my promo, but bi-locals was missin' Tryna hold onto my home bro, but don't see me as a local Guess my lens is more bifocal, 'cause our focus is different When that sun is up, niggas still wearin' all black SongtexteSocial immunity, I might just call 'em all black Jigga Juice with me, he gon' hear it, all that With the season mean to you? Can't find one, then fall back I was fightin' for my life in the summer time Niggas always tryna catch me when I'm doin' right It get the hottest down in August Why niggas gotta die in every July? Oh, oh, oh, woah Aus Songtexte Mania