Surviving Summer (feat. 92'riot & Cornbread)

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Ain't nobody gave me shit, but bad words of advice
Niggas'll die to get rich and you can bet on your life
And they ain't put up not a dollar, they just said I was nice
These bitches ain't wanna holla, I was peddlin' bikes

I had to whip up the work and now I'm whippin' a foreign
My uncle askin for some cash before them bitches get on me
I hit that road and got a bag, I hit that bitch in the mornin
A few Os from out the stash, I put them zips on the corner

I had a bankroll, yeah
Dirty nigga out the rock in the same clothes
Gotta watch out for them cops in the plain clothes
Indictment comin, you get locked, watch the gate close

Talk all that shit you see a opp, they whole gang froze
They ain't really bout that action, word to reese and them, yeah
If I cut him off, we probably never speak again
Screamin' f*ck the law, police and ain't no peace in it

Caught him lackin' but he had it, how did he get with it
You ain't no boss then we can't talk no
Pumpin' iron bullets, rippin' through your torso
Shuttin' shit down like a foreclosure

And my liquor brown, watch me drown, pour some more, hol' up
Bout green, I ain't really with the beef shit
Now I'm eatin' good, it's like your boy went vegan
I be takin' risks, makin' sure my whole team win

Go against it kill whoever on the defense
They movin' strange, I don't speak
She all on my body, for some dollars, she can leave
Hold up, hold up, hold it down, I'm a G

More money, more problems, yeah, I gotta Eat
I got a E, yeah, yeah
Split it with the team, it's only right, yeah
Get it how I live it in between, and you know that, yeah

Still we chasin' dreams
Everything ain't always what it seems
They ain't give us jack shit
So we have to figure out this trap shit

Or maybe even robbery
And hopin' it don't end in a body
They ain't give us jack shit
So we have to figure out this trap shit

Or maybe even robbery
And hopin' it don't end in a body
We gon' change the world for real, so now we stick to this plan
Only loyalty, never raise a gun on your man

What happened to the love when I thought we was friends
I'm still prayin' for my niggas, need my niggas to win
So let's get up out of here
Most these niggas hatin', they proud, that nigga still out here

What they gon' do when my niggas Is really out of here, out of here
Ain't no comin' back, no time soon
Ain't no comin' back, no time soon
What we struggled on, what we struggled for ain't give us no hope

Drugs and guns was the only thing we stashed in my momma house
Ain't no more of that
Ain't no goin' back, doin' none of that
Had to think about my momma if I got caught with that

Tryna keep me and mine here a little longer
Cause the streets where I'm from, is gettin' colder
The streets where I'm from, you don't get older
Streets where I'm from, they die younger

You know the rules, come outside and pick a color
Damn, it feels good when you survive another summer
But every year that season come back round
And niggas start fading from the background

How you think my niggas supposed to act now
I noticed big dawg's never bark at the poodles
He was worried bout havin' all the sauce
They hit his noodle, I got brothers with full clips

That's always entertained by the bullshit
And took too many losses to call quits
I can't be mad at them
Gotta run it up, throw a bag at them

But every time it's good, somethin' bad happen
I feel like I be talkin' to myself
And it's from the heart I sacrifice a portion of myself
I can feel it when I walk the streets

I ain't the captain of the boat or on the boat
I am the boat, the most important piece
I gotta stay afloat
All the weight that I carry, either they mad or they happy

They still gon' say the most, survive another summer
I move so smooth through the gutter
I still act rude if I love her
I still break rules, word to mother

I still break rules, word to mother
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