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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 SongtexteGive 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. Aus Songtexte Mania