Lyrics:
[Chorus]
From the streets below to everything above
To the heart that pumps Ra-kim Allah's blood
I swear I kick a hole in your speaker and pull the plug
Intro:
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another number, a cold summer
Niggas acting up but it's about to get dumber
Gang bang tend to slang bloody visions of hell
Call it way of life, living in
smoke
I blow it by the pound
Barbecue, pop
I’m posted on the strip
New blue faces
I blew it on the drip
40 on the waist
In Case a nigga trip
Summer
plug, get me high like there's no ceilings, ayy
I don't want no more feelings
Summertime in the hills, it's a cold season, yeah
It's a cold season, I'd
days
You gotta wear a vest
1-2-5 in the summer's like the Wild West
Something jump off a nigga cap, everybody cap
Worst about it is every
Fuckin' body's
like I'm Toad
Hop in the forth, that four-forty-four close
It's on, soon as you see 'em, let go
Reloaded it and dump it some more
So we posted up by
her like acid
Fuckin' on a white bitch from the past tense
Niggas made outta plastic, uh
.40 hit his walls, hit his plaster, ayy
I don't got no
us, like the seasons do
That life goes by so fast
The winter lays her fingers cold
On dark and lonely nights
But christmas it will soon be here
gone change the weather
Hollows rain into December
Bring the heat in the winter
Don't wait til summer we spinning
All year round it's killing season
awash
And the bridges break up in the panic of loss
And there's nothing to follow, nowhere to go
He's gone like the summer, gone like the snow
Well, I don't know but I heard tell
Of a fungus below a place called hell
And who would catch me if I fell?
Who would pray for me?
But one thing I see
Spring was the worst of it all
And then I met you in summer
But you were gone by the fall
I had a hell of a year
I had a hell of a ride
I wish you were
I don't never ask for money cause a nigga never broke[00:36.06]Bitches callin' me a dog but they don't know I been a goat[00:40.04]It's the middle
the summer time[01:24.28]Yeah[01:27.49]In the summer time[01:35.25]Mellowing out by the heat from the campfire light[01:41.61]Kicking it back, stargazing right
cretins down below
All this world's gone catnip, rattlesnake bat shit
Critics eat a fat dick, vinegar and cracked lips
Citizens get it in, gimme ten
to
Ask me why I'm stuntin'? Huh?
I'da sip Ciroc with Diddy
Drunk Spade with Hov
In the VIP of the 40, with some bad-ass hoes
Had my grip on my forty
Still
on and now we gonna be blastin'
I'm married to the game and every year's the same
Bullets rain all season
Heaven and Hell is only what you believe in
for a miracle to hold me, wash me
Make me know what it's about
As the longing in me makes me want to sing
Noel or Navidad
Season celebration or just
of entertainment meets the lust for blood and demerits, cutters of the pie throw your summers in the sky, collar pop jolly roger, die motherfucker die, apache
Brother in tears
Look at this chain of sorrows
Stretching all the way from here and now to hell and gone
I was Kid Clean
She was Anne de
I was in heaven
I was in hell
Believe in neither
But fear them as well
This one's a doctor
This one's a lawyer
This one's a cash fiend
behind
The words I'll never find
And I'm left behind
As seasons roll on by
Now I want to fly above the storm
But you can't grow feathers in
Dave Hangin out the roof of that 01 max,
Wiz and Heathcat rollin up some blunts in the back,
Oobi chillin in between em with a cold one cracked,
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