Summer's Eve Songtext

In the same breath, it'll force you to get some paper
Shit be janky when your biggest supporter is a stranger
Makin' the most of these one-sided relationships (One side)
My so-called friends thе ones who plot on me the most (On God)
Tеllin' my hoes so I got different situationships (Hahaha)
All that's well that ends well ended in damn rich (Know that)
Not to be provoked, don't play with me, play with your bitch (I don't play)
Stuck in the ghetto, weatherin' the storm with the gangsters
In the name of my ghetto angels, know I'm highly favored (Eastside)
Bad bitch textin' me, tryna fuck, told her, "Probably later" (Next time)
Thought she was that, still ain't hit back, this like my third decline
Ain't thinkin' 'bout no pussy, I got murder on my mind (For real)
Them cowards killed my brother, that was my realest thug
Found my nigga dead now my head more fucked up than it was
What else could go wrong? (What else?)
What else could possibly happen?
Tell me, what else it's gon' be? (Uh-huh)
Or what else I'm gon' hear?
Or what else they gon' say?
'Bout what else that they done did, left it all in God's hands Ain't no man that I fear (At all)
Still, it's Mafia What Else
Whatever's left then bro Glee (Grrt)
He gon' walk up, give you the rest
Whatever's left, it's on me
Like, what else can I do?
Ain't no one else I can trust
'Cause without you, ain't no us
You gon' live forever through me (That's real)

Paid out my pocket for them skits and that money ain't even clear yet, yeah (Cha-ching)
Touchin' back from Coldwater, all my pros laundered
Did it off the Oxy and them blues like a bottle of Purex (Skrrt, skrrt)
Ayy, I seen so many niggas leave this bitch in the streets of Detroit
To the point I don't even fear death (I swear to God)
Ayy, I damn near had it up to here
Ten killers in less than a year and the summer ain't even here yet (Man, what?)

I seen more Iggys than Azalea (Ayy)
With 227, fifty Z, it's the legend of Zelda (Gang)
Plugged in with Louise like I'm Thelma (Yeah)
All hail to the Jacksonville, don't ever praise money
Make niggas exit to the left who tried to stage one me (Grrt)
Can't front me, I do all the frontin', better clear your tab (Blocks)
For my youngin's who do all the huntin', get to slammin' loads
Walkin' shit down, only send messages in Vanish Mode
Bad bitch at the crib with just her T-shirt and no panties on (Uh)
Waitin' on me but if I don't pro up I can't turn it in (I can't)
Lost so many bros, ain't never tryna feel that hurt again (I'm not)
What's the motive? G-Lock with a button and it's fully loaded (Grrt)
Gotta know no matter what the charge is, I ain't pullin' over
I ain't goin' and that go for nothin', niggas cap as hell (I ain't goin')
Food fightin', gotta move right, I can't go back to jail
At night, I wonder sometimes how I come up with the rhymes
And all these thoughts in my head, some corrupted my mind (What else?)

Paid out my pocket for them skits and that money ain't even clear yet, yeah (Cha-ching)
Touchin' back from Coldwater, all my pros laundered
Did it off the Oxy and them blues like a bottle of Purex (Skrrt, skrrt)
Ayy, I seen so many niggas leave this bitch in the streets of Detroit
To the point I don't even fear death (I swear to God)
Ayy, I damn near had it up to here
Ten killers in less than a year and the summer ain't even here yet