Summertime Blues

All i know is grind nigga all i know is work nigga got that call had to go and put in work
I saw the blood right there on his shirt
Remember that summer all we smoking was the purp
Remember that summer ringtone was the chirp
All i know is grind nigga all i know is work
A nigga got that call had to go and put in work
A nigga got that call had to go and put in work

Been to brasil for real
In the flavela fr
My shooters be foreign like varejo
Tell em one word and they'll put you down
I'm from the south the bottom the underground
If it ain't about money now i don't have time to hang around
No i don't have time to play around
I was NFL like Jim brown running plays made em touched down
Neymar wit that touch now jewelry be bust down
Lo mein for lunch now used to ride on the greyhound
Now I'm in my home town riding round with my top down
Getting topped down remember used to be the class clown
Didn't want me then but they fucking now bust that shit down smoke out the ounce
Direct deposits different bank accounts
My head in the clouds my feet on the ground
TMC nigga done ran a few miles I'm stacking right now ima let this shit pile
And let that shit pile and let that shit pile

All i know is grind nigga all i know is work nigga got that call had to go and put in work
I saw the blood right there on his shirt
Remember that summer all we smoking was the purp
Remember that summer ringtone was the chirp
All i know is grind nigga all i know is work
A nigga got that call had to go and put in work
A nigga got that call had to go and put in work

Summer 2012 nigga had that big truck niggas wasn't fucking with us no
I wasn't smoking gas back then i was hanging round my friends
Niggas had fish bowls no bourben pull up deep in the suburban
Sippin on some brown so you know we swerving
One homie had about 2nother homie had about 5
OG prolly bout 10
I55 north niggas got dreams bout Porsches
We was in da trap like a fortress every girl in that bitch gorgeous
So you know that come with a lot of hate
Niggas see you eating and they want a plate if a nigga run up he can catch the fade
It's not chess nor checkers it's more like spades
Had to learn from living life i ain't make good grades
But one thing about a hustler is he gone get paid
He gone find a way

All i know is grind nigga all i know is work nigga got that call had to go and put in work
I saw the blood right there on his shirt
Remember that summer all we smoking was the purp
Remember that summer ringtone was the chirp
All i know is grind nigga all i know is work
A nigga got that call had to go and put in work
A nigga got that call had to go and put in work



Credits
Writer(s): Beverly Vernon Iii Bishop
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