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Why must the summer shine
When the sum of it all
Just means the fall cries
And she died in my arms in autumn

August was the hardest for me
The 17th to be exact
And matter fact that was the easiest part

Making art, was the best way to cope for me
Then I bought a coupe to cope in a 2 door
Roof gone, head blown while I smoke dummies
Wrapped up in the blues like a loc mummy
Shorty ain't do shit but make smoothies and choke for me
So gone like Monica, my nigga I was broke bummy

Lost myself to myself, pain grounded to the root
Frontin like I got it together but I'm all the way on mute, nigga

But now I'm back in this bitch
I'm Back for a vengeance
Back in attendance like class after dismissal

Back with a pencil
But I ain't write this
I meant back with the pistol
Time to riot
Back with the missiles
In fact they'll kiss you
Leave you missing
Nigga I'm back on my grizzle

Cookie cutta muhhfucka, you niggas back to the stencils
I take back what I give you
You can have my old flame, I won't be back to rekindle
Born in December, the coldest of niggas

I'm back on my business
I'm back with a witness
Black on black
Back to back like the 6, Philly madness intended

Never going to back fronting
Cuz I'll be back to my issues
And I ain't going back to blacking on my mental

I ain't lacking shit
If you asking bitch I'm back on a mission
Name handy, fixed my ups and downs, I'm back in the middle

Lost beat, bounced back, now I'm back on my tempo
Back to the rhythm, her back bent
Now we smacking the limits

Toodaloo muhhfucka
Sike, I'm back with a fiddle
Fork in the middle of a crossroad
But I'm back with utensils

Got tired of playing games
So I cracked the Nintendo
Sage sitting on the pane
So leave a crack in the window

Never looking back in time
But I'm really back for a little
Ya bitch love me long time
She won't be back for a minute

I said back so many times if you asking
It's a reminder to myself that I got my back when you didn't, let's get it