Summer '24
Yeah
Uh
It's already full-blown summer now
The bitches out, the numbers down
They feel like thug already run the trial, but
Back in my town, they barely started and intention is strong
It's like something telling me, "Kill" soon as the weather get warm
The worst case for a veteran is feds gettin' involved
Nigga, I carry that weight with me like a medicine ball
That ain't no clouds, and it's 90 outside, that mean it's grimy outside
But fuck it, you could still find me outside
Spent nights on that curb building
You gotta look at every law's true life
'Cause it's two L's and two I's in the word billion
3 a.m. on that corner, breaking bread, I was patient
Fled so they gon' snatch me up before they head to the station
Sped for one trap or two, then I sever relations
Step on the dope, it get weaker like the stairs to the basement
Ah, no 50-50 splits won't get me rich, not at all
It's pennies, I been winning chips, Elijah Von, Kenny Smith
I came with a rocket, and if I aim, I'll pop it, then put it back
The barrel will melt the change in my pocket
The parallels of street life, you know the game's so strange
I got beef with the nigga who got the same first name
That ain't all, I had a plug who got the same birthday
Detectors pull his whip over, they gon' make first gray
It's time to pop out with it on, pull a drop out
Shut the block down, bring a watch out if you on
It's Summer 2024, motherfuckers
Uh
It's already full-blown summer now
The bitches out, the numbers down
They feel like thug already run the trial, but
Back in my town, they barely started and intention is strong
It's like something telling me, "Kill" soon as the weather get warm
The worst case for a veteran is feds gettin' involved
Nigga, I carry that weight with me like a medicine ball
That ain't no clouds, and it's 90 outside, that mean it's grimy outside
But fuck it, you could still find me outside
Spent nights on that curb building
You gotta look at every law's true life
'Cause it's two L's and two I's in the word billion
3 a.m. on that corner, breaking bread, I was patient
Fled so they gon' snatch me up before they head to the station
Sped for one trap or two, then I sever relations
Step on the dope, it get weaker like the stairs to the basement
Ah, no 50-50 splits won't get me rich, not at all
It's pennies, I been winning chips, Elijah Von, Kenny Smith
I came with a rocket, and if I aim, I'll pop it, then put it back
The barrel will melt the change in my pocket
The parallels of street life, you know the game's so strange
I got beef with the nigga who got the same first name
That ain't all, I had a plug who got the same birthday
Detectors pull his whip over, they gon' make first gray
It's time to pop out with it on, pull a drop out
Shut the block down, bring a watch out if you on
It's Summer 2024, motherfuckers
Credits
Writer(s): Jeremie Scorpio Pennick, Howard M Fickling, Nicolas Thierry Wathieu
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