Summer

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Is this gon' be the summer they come for me?
 Guns upon me, tryna put food in my young tummy
 Is this gon' be the summer the cops get me
 Shots rip me, tryna push whips off lots swiftly
 Is this gon' be the summer they come for me
 Guns upon me, tryna put food in my young tummy
 Is this gon' be the summer the cops get me
 Shots rip me, tryna push whips off lots swiftly
 Dope plots, sold rocks, hold down whole spot
 Go cop products slide 'em in front of stove top
 Primetime, One shot show stop
 Enemies come finally, it's no shot
 A blasting goons late afternoon for a road block
 Started clapping my lil man, was unwrapping his Blow pop
 Shot in the face never got the taste of Sour Apple
 Strays from the trays put him down like a power tackle
 Mom's unaware, son is aired in front the stairs
 Niggas walked and they seen me, now they running scared
 Could happen any given day that's why I come prepared
 It's a jungle of concrete, we running on scarred feet
 Niggas dumping and pumping and jumping the don's seat
 Most fall short, caught in a hard sweep
 After prayer I sit quiet trying listen to God speak
 We all his children why I'm feeling like a dark sheep?
 For singles, we out here back biting
 Some entry-level positions some pack lightning
 I did it all, from ball, crack, to rap writing
 I played for the school of hard knocks and got a fat stipend
 Is this gon' be the summer they come for me?
 Guns upon me, tryna put food in my young tummy
 Is this gon' be the summer the cops get me?
 Shots rip me, tryna push whips off lots swiftly
 Is this gon' be the summer they come for me?
 Guns upon me, tryna put food in my young tummy
 Is this gon' be the summer the cops get me
 Shots rip me, tryna push whips off lots swiftly?
 For that dollar dollar bill, fuck who in power moving powder who I gotta kill?
 You stupid fam, or Superman if you ain't gotta shield
 They speculate you blessed with weight, that you in powders field
 King's bounty in King's County, you ain't gotta kneel
 Brooklyn owner's juxin homes so you decide to steal
 Chamber's aiming full of pain that you ain't tryna feel
 Hard as felt, fuck the cards I'm dealt, I'm out here tryna deal
 Roam wicked, write my own ticket, when the sign's sealed
 Chrome mallet, cold palate it's the 9 mil'
 It's decent though, I keep it low, I'm getting my chill
 Discreet talking, keep walking if you ain't tryna build
 Indeed emphatic, need to have it, I'm in my prime still
 Illicit path, just for cash, will it last
 I can't tell, I know that time will
 Is this gon' be the summer they come for me?
 Guns upon me, tryna put food in my young tummy
 Is this gon' be the summer the cops get me?
 Shots rip me, tryna push whips off lots swiftly
 Is this gon' be the summer they come for me?
 Guns upon me, tryna put food in my young tummy
 Is this gon' be the summer the cops get me?
 Shots rip me, tryna push whips off lots swiftly
 I don't know man. I'm just doing, I'm just doing my everyday thing man. My 1-2. Living
 

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Duration
03:20
Key
6
Tempo
80 BPM

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