Dear Summer
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Aim for the sky, that's all I can tell ya
Roll the purple up and get high like Delta
Now I'm in my own world, way up in the clouds
A gangsta's paradise, no haters allowed
It all happened so fast, take time to think
Pinch myself, take time to blink
So what do ya do when the whole world loves ya?
The hustlers and the gangstas put nothin' above ya
Love is love, you just can't fake it
These niggas really happy to see one of us make it
Don't talk much, do a whole lot of thinkin'
My nerves still bad, do a whole lot of drinkin'
Hot summer nights, wake up in a cold sweat
Gave my partner ten, he ain't came home yet
Still, I ride big boy coupes through traffic
Can get twenty years for what I got in this plastic
And it don't stop there, look at my passenger seat
Can get another ten just for packin' the heat
'Cause nowadays, man, these niggas'll kill ya
Think you hard like concrete, these niggas'll drill ya
It ain't a crime until you get caught
Just thought I'd take a minute to bless you with my thoughts, ya know?
Money is a terrible thing to waste
That's why you stack it to the ceiling, hide it all in your safe
I'm so complex, I got a beautiful mind
I'm such a hustler, I got a beautiful grind
And I can take you niggas back to the gentleman's club
You can catch me upstairs, I'm such a gentleman's thug
Get off my dick, that's what you need to do
O.G. and Suga can't vouch for you
In '98, I had the GS4
Get my Busta Rhymes on, nigga, gimme some more
You niggas just rap about it, I was livin' it
Take you back when Timbo and Dave and them was gettin' it
Cook it on the stove, not the microwave
Back when niggas rode around and had finger waves
Can't forget them L.W.J. mixtapes
When niggas went to Mechanicsville just to get straight
See, these rap niggas wouldn't know nothin' 'bout that
Like a VHS just rewind it back
I risked my life just to talk like this
And this the motherfuckin' thanks I get?
I swear I ride through the city in a two-seater
Four-five on my hip, black wife-beater
All I need is one mic or a half a brick
Give me a half an hour, I'll be on some shit
Trap stay boomin', yeah, we breeze through the packs
This rap shit easy, I just breeze through the track
When you're hot, you're hot; when you're not, you're not
That's probably why them white boys keep rushin' the spot
And everybody tellin' me how nice I am
But I'm a real street nigga, so I ain't givin' a damn
A day in the life, just another episode
I'm in the streets like them lines in the middle of the road
New Lambo', got the feds all curious
So you can stop watchin' me, I take this rap shit serious
So why not stay in the studio for hours
When you can make the same pay as you do with powder?
Chi-Town's lovin' me, L.A.'s feelin' me
This clown keep talkin', lil' nigga, you killin' me
I bet he ends up killin' himself
Fuckin' with the big boys could be bad for your health
I take shit personal, I'm so sincere
Lil' nigga, Chuck everyday, so I end his career
Catch me cruisin' through the city in somethin' 'bout a buck fifty
Top down, iced out, won't nan' nigga fuck with me
And I was shinin' like this before my album dropped
Now it's right around the time that your album flopped
Roll the purple up and get high like Delta
Now I'm in my own world, way up in the clouds
A gangsta's paradise, no haters allowed
It all happened so fast, take time to think
Pinch myself, take time to blink
So what do ya do when the whole world loves ya?
The hustlers and the gangstas put nothin' above ya
Love is love, you just can't fake it
These niggas really happy to see one of us make it
Don't talk much, do a whole lot of thinkin'
My nerves still bad, do a whole lot of drinkin'
Hot summer nights, wake up in a cold sweat
Gave my partner ten, he ain't came home yet
Still, I ride big boy coupes through traffic
Can get twenty years for what I got in this plastic
And it don't stop there, look at my passenger seat
Can get another ten just for packin' the heat
'Cause nowadays, man, these niggas'll kill ya
Think you hard like concrete, these niggas'll drill ya
It ain't a crime until you get caught
Just thought I'd take a minute to bless you with my thoughts, ya know?
Money is a terrible thing to waste
That's why you stack it to the ceiling, hide it all in your safe
I'm so complex, I got a beautiful mind
I'm such a hustler, I got a beautiful grind
And I can take you niggas back to the gentleman's club
You can catch me upstairs, I'm such a gentleman's thug
Get off my dick, that's what you need to do
O.G. and Suga can't vouch for you
In '98, I had the GS4
Get my Busta Rhymes on, nigga, gimme some more
You niggas just rap about it, I was livin' it
Take you back when Timbo and Dave and them was gettin' it
Cook it on the stove, not the microwave
Back when niggas rode around and had finger waves
Can't forget them L.W.J. mixtapes
When niggas went to Mechanicsville just to get straight
See, these rap niggas wouldn't know nothin' 'bout that
Like a VHS just rewind it back
I risked my life just to talk like this
And this the motherfuckin' thanks I get?
I swear I ride through the city in a two-seater
Four-five on my hip, black wife-beater
All I need is one mic or a half a brick
Give me a half an hour, I'll be on some shit
Trap stay boomin', yeah, we breeze through the packs
This rap shit easy, I just breeze through the track
When you're hot, you're hot; when you're not, you're not
That's probably why them white boys keep rushin' the spot
And everybody tellin' me how nice I am
But I'm a real street nigga, so I ain't givin' a damn
A day in the life, just another episode
I'm in the streets like them lines in the middle of the road
New Lambo', got the feds all curious
So you can stop watchin' me, I take this rap shit serious
So why not stay in the studio for hours
When you can make the same pay as you do with powder?
Chi-Town's lovin' me, L.A.'s feelin' me
This clown keep talkin', lil' nigga, you killin' me
I bet he ends up killin' himself
Fuckin' with the big boys could be bad for your health
I take shit personal, I'm so sincere
Lil' nigga, Chuck everyday, so I end his career
Catch me cruisin' through the city in somethin' 'bout a buck fifty
Top down, iced out, won't nan' nigga fuck with me
And I was shinin' like this before my album dropped
Now it's right around the time that your album flopped
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:12.96] Aim for the sky, that's all I can tell ya
[00:15.79] Roll the purple up and get high like Delta
[00:18.22] Now I'm in my own world, way up in the clouds
[00:21.38] A gangsta's paradise, no haters allowed
[00:23.68] It all happened so fast, take time to think
[00:27.16] Pinch myself, take time to blink
[00:29.53] So what do ya do when the whole world loves ya?
[00:32.33] The hustlers and the gangstas put nothin' above ya
[00:35.44] Love is love, you just can't fake it
[00:37.97] These niggas really happy to see one of us make it
[00:40.75] Don't talk much, do a whole lot of thinkin'
[00:43.49] My nerves still bad, do a whole lot of drinkin'
[00:46.48] Hot summer nights, wake up in a cold sweat
[00:49.23] Gave my partner ten, he ain't came home yet
[00:51.66] Still, I ride big boy coupes through traffic
[00:54.60] Can get twenty years for what I got in this plastic
[00:57.27] And it don't stop there, look at my passenger seat
[01:00.28] Can get another ten just for packin' the heat
[01:02.61] 'Cause nowadays, man, these niggas'll kill ya
[01:05.57] Think you hard like concrete, these niggas'll drill ya
[01:08.90] It ain't a crime until you get caught
[01:11.35] Just thought I'd take a minute to bless you with my thoughts, ya know?
[01:14.64] Money is a terrible thing to waste
[01:16.75] That's why you stack it to the ceiling, hide it all in your safe
[01:19.77] I'm so complex, I got a beautiful mind
[01:22.77] I'm such a hustler, I got a beautiful grind
[01:25.04] And I can take you niggas back to the gentleman's club
[01:27.97] You can catch me upstairs, I'm such a gentleman's thug
[01:30.97] Get off my dick, that's what you need to do
[01:33.98] O.G. and Suga can't vouch for you
[01:36.73] In '98, I had the GS4
[01:39.03] Get my Busta Rhymes on, nigga, gimme some more
[01:42.08] You niggas just rap about it, I was livin' it
[01:45.06] Take you back when Timbo and Dave and them was gettin' it
[01:47.72] Cook it on the stove, not the microwave
[01:50.27] Back when niggas rode around and had finger waves
[01:53.62] Can't forget them L.W.J. mixtapes
[01:55.96] When niggas went to Mechanicsville just to get straight
[01:58.60] See, these rap niggas wouldn't know nothin' 'bout that
[02:01.47] Like a VHS just rewind it back
[02:04.73] I risked my life just to talk like this
[02:07.56] And this the motherfuckin' thanks I get?
[02:10.26] I swear I ride through the city in a two-seater
[02:13.31] Four-five on my hip, black wife-beater
[02:15.00] All I need is one mic or a half a brick
[02:18.13] Give me a half an hour, I'll be on some shit
[02:21.22] Trap stay boomin', yeah, we breeze through the packs
[02:23.77] This rap shit easy, I just breeze through the track
[02:26.43] When you're hot, you're hot; when you're not, you're not
[02:29.14] That's probably why them white boys keep rushin' the spot
[02:32.24] And everybody tellin' me how nice I am
[02:34.83] But I'm a real street nigga, so I ain't givin' a damn
[02:37.89] A day in the life, just another episode
[02:40.39] I'm in the streets like them lines in the middle of the road
[02:43.59] New Lambo', got the feds all curious
[02:46.16] So you can stop watchin' me, I take this rap shit serious
[02:49.06] So why not stay in the studio for hours
[02:51.43] When you can make the same pay as you do with powder?
[02:54.54] Chi-Town's lovin' me, L.A.'s feelin' me
[02:57.34] This clown keep talkin', lil' nigga, you killin' me
[03:00.82] I bet he ends up killin' himself
[03:02.87] Fuckin' with the big boys could be bad for your health
[03:05.78] I take shit personal, I'm so sincere
[03:08.30] Lil' nigga, Chuck everyday, so I end his career
[03:11.04] Catch me cruisin' through the city in somethin' 'bout a buck fifty
[03:14.20] Top down, iced out, won't nan' nigga fuck with me
[03:16.77] And I was shinin' like this before my album dropped
[03:19.56] Now it's right around the time that your album flopped
[03:22.14]
[00:15.79] Roll the purple up and get high like Delta
[00:18.22] Now I'm in my own world, way up in the clouds
[00:21.38] A gangsta's paradise, no haters allowed
[00:23.68] It all happened so fast, take time to think
[00:27.16] Pinch myself, take time to blink
[00:29.53] So what do ya do when the whole world loves ya?
[00:32.33] The hustlers and the gangstas put nothin' above ya
[00:35.44] Love is love, you just can't fake it
[00:37.97] These niggas really happy to see one of us make it
[00:40.75] Don't talk much, do a whole lot of thinkin'
[00:43.49] My nerves still bad, do a whole lot of drinkin'
[00:46.48] Hot summer nights, wake up in a cold sweat
[00:49.23] Gave my partner ten, he ain't came home yet
[00:51.66] Still, I ride big boy coupes through traffic
[00:54.60] Can get twenty years for what I got in this plastic
[00:57.27] And it don't stop there, look at my passenger seat
[01:00.28] Can get another ten just for packin' the heat
[01:02.61] 'Cause nowadays, man, these niggas'll kill ya
[01:05.57] Think you hard like concrete, these niggas'll drill ya
[01:08.90] It ain't a crime until you get caught
[01:11.35] Just thought I'd take a minute to bless you with my thoughts, ya know?
[01:14.64] Money is a terrible thing to waste
[01:16.75] That's why you stack it to the ceiling, hide it all in your safe
[01:19.77] I'm so complex, I got a beautiful mind
[01:22.77] I'm such a hustler, I got a beautiful grind
[01:25.04] And I can take you niggas back to the gentleman's club
[01:27.97] You can catch me upstairs, I'm such a gentleman's thug
[01:30.97] Get off my dick, that's what you need to do
[01:33.98] O.G. and Suga can't vouch for you
[01:36.73] In '98, I had the GS4
[01:39.03] Get my Busta Rhymes on, nigga, gimme some more
[01:42.08] You niggas just rap about it, I was livin' it
[01:45.06] Take you back when Timbo and Dave and them was gettin' it
[01:47.72] Cook it on the stove, not the microwave
[01:50.27] Back when niggas rode around and had finger waves
[01:53.62] Can't forget them L.W.J. mixtapes
[01:55.96] When niggas went to Mechanicsville just to get straight
[01:58.60] See, these rap niggas wouldn't know nothin' 'bout that
[02:01.47] Like a VHS just rewind it back
[02:04.73] I risked my life just to talk like this
[02:07.56] And this the motherfuckin' thanks I get?
[02:10.26] I swear I ride through the city in a two-seater
[02:13.31] Four-five on my hip, black wife-beater
[02:15.00] All I need is one mic or a half a brick
[02:18.13] Give me a half an hour, I'll be on some shit
[02:21.22] Trap stay boomin', yeah, we breeze through the packs
[02:23.77] This rap shit easy, I just breeze through the track
[02:26.43] When you're hot, you're hot; when you're not, you're not
[02:29.14] That's probably why them white boys keep rushin' the spot
[02:32.24] And everybody tellin' me how nice I am
[02:34.83] But I'm a real street nigga, so I ain't givin' a damn
[02:37.89] A day in the life, just another episode
[02:40.39] I'm in the streets like them lines in the middle of the road
[02:43.59] New Lambo', got the feds all curious
[02:46.16] So you can stop watchin' me, I take this rap shit serious
[02:49.06] So why not stay in the studio for hours
[02:51.43] When you can make the same pay as you do with powder?
[02:54.54] Chi-Town's lovin' me, L.A.'s feelin' me
[02:57.34] This clown keep talkin', lil' nigga, you killin' me
[03:00.82] I bet he ends up killin' himself
[03:02.87] Fuckin' with the big boys could be bad for your health
[03:05.78] I take shit personal, I'm so sincere
[03:08.30] Lil' nigga, Chuck everyday, so I end his career
[03:11.04] Catch me cruisin' through the city in somethin' 'bout a buck fifty
[03:14.20] Top down, iced out, won't nan' nigga fuck with me
[03:16.77] And I was shinin' like this before my album dropped
[03:19.56] Now it's right around the time that your album flopped
[03:22.14]