#23Summers

It's MiloSeason

Should of been born in the summer
I turn up every summer
And when they ask me how to come up
I tell them grind
23 Summers
Spit and shine
23 Summers
Grit and grind
23 Summers
And when they ask me how to come up
I tell em die
23 Summers

I aint got no patience
Got no patience
For a nigga hope and praying
That I waste this
Talent, guess they don't know me
They don't know, I'm grinding til I'm
Til I'm old
Know how that go
Know how that go
Look
I got old bitches wanting to get back with me
Got a new broad that wanna get a check with me
Me and all my hittas got them chains on us like slavery
All these dead presidents will never change me
Used to have a lot of niggas tryna clown me
Now they got they hand out like teachers tryna get a test back
Gotta whole lotta hoes in my phone
And they all just waiting to get a text back

Should of been born in the summer
I turn up every summer
And when they ask me how to come up
I tell them grind
23 Summers
Spit and shine
23 Summers
Grit and grind
23 Summers
And when they ask me how to come up
I tell em die
23 Summers

I woke up in beast mode
That's a shout to Marshawn Lynch though
You know why I'm here
Look
Got a hundred niggas behind me
On the step with a tech
That's word to my set
Throw it up
Nigga sick
Family whipping up bricks
Bitches fighting over dick
That's a crazy concept when they both the side bitch
You can find me prancing in the finest mansion
With the hottest dancer with a height advantage
All these rappers good for me like salad
Killing all these niggas that's why they staying silent
I feel like I deserve a threesome for my birthday
Got a Spanish chick that let your boy eat all of her cake

Should of been born in the summer
I turn up every summer
And when they ask me how to come up
I tell them grind
23 Summers
Spit and shine
23 Summers
Grit and grind
23 Summers
And when they ask me how to come up
I tell em die
23 Summers

Single once again I'm bouta go where I never been
Gone with the wind cause that other shit irrelevant
Milo be that nigga giving sermons like I'm heaven sent
Catch me in the back in all black with a bad bitch
Tossing up the salad like a nigga been playing catch
Nigga run that money fo a gangsta gotta take that shit
Never been a fake take it to the bank deposit it
Milo only nigga since Moses yall been following
Now all ya gotta answer is casket or urn
When will you bastards learn?
I'm a master with words
I can attack you with verbs
Take a lot of adjectives and load this verse
Milo been getting money
Milo with a lot of honeys
So when you see me in your hood
Nigga don't be looking funny

Should of been born in the summer
I turn up every summer
And when they ask me how to come up
I tell them grind
23 Summers
Spit and shine
23 Summers
Grit and grind
23 Summers
And when they ask me how to come up
I tell em die
23 Summers