Summer Is Cancelled

(álbum: Sessions - 2019)

Come on just think about it before you kill about it (Come on)
See what's really bout' it
Chill out and analyze
Tell me how you feel about it (Uh, feel)
But one thing about it I'm really bout it
Did shit ain't trip about it think about it
But we wasn't just doing it to anybody (Nu-uh, never)
Nigga you don't get no points for no innocent bodies (Goofy)
Pussy you ain't even hit who you shot at (Pussy)
In a jam he grabbing a bitch to shield his body
All these new street niggas they really rotting
Same niggas ridin around getting high outside killed his bro with a smile niggas really plotting
Lot of niggas twenty-nineteen getting killed with they partnas (Uh-uh)
And niggas stories mixed with they body language don't be adding up how they really rocking
In a lil pouch or something arm reach where my glock at (I got that)
Streets got me paranoid, what you staring for, pacing back and forth Ima need you to stop that
I can turn nothing to something how you top that
If I want something its nothing I can cop that
Humble but you know my shit I'll pop that
Stand up straight in the Maybach where the top at
I'm inspiration for niggas who trapping
Voice for the niggas who always get shot at (Grrrrr)
I'm living proof you can get off the black
This for every hood I don't care if you not black (Uh)

I been from the snake pits
To a lion's den
I was in a Benz (Benz)
Riding with my friends
Riding with FNs (FNs, uh)
Cried with my mans (Real)
Lives in each other's hands, this is not pretend
I ain't playing with emotions, I won't show my hand (Uh-uh)
Give the hustle my devotion so I know I can (Yeah)
I ain't dealing with promotion just so they know what I'm sayin'(Uhuh)
Need the backend 8-4 hours before the show when I land
I had a buck before school bought three bags of chips and a soda in the can (I did)
Now I'm getting 30 a show and the strip club just want me to show for a ten
All these millions touched my hands that's from taking chances
Ah they telling me I'm the man I ain't even settle in yet
Gotta get younging together they starve on the regular (Uh)
I came from sparking competitors, my life was never no regular degular (Uh)
Way before records etcetera I was with felons and narcotic peddlers (Uh)
Tell em' just weather the weather the longer storm then the better the grass gonna grow
We was in the middle of wars had guns on ours waists we was selling our bags in the snow
But can't live this street life forever, it's bread or Berrettas, I keep on telling em
For my niggas jailing who bitches stop reading them letters but kept on mailing em
Do this shit for the bottom as long as I stay on top Ima keep y'all relevant (Uh)