Summer Breeze (feat. Apollo J)

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See no evil, we no legal
Life a movie make it regal
Out the womb, I lost the fetal
This that crack thats packed in kilo
Caught a strap, I stitched and reload
Hit the gas, I snatched the diesel
On my MJ , you like Tito
Danny glover this so lethal
I got bands that you can see through
Like Obama, shakings hands its nice to meet you
Less you press me then my hands have rights to reach you
I don't wanna hear no questions, ain't no snitches no confessions
GPS ain't give directions, all my dogs just got to fetching
Now you see us, now you don't
John Cena on that phone
Got more scars than Al Capone
I might shoot you out yo zone
If you walking then you grown
5yrs old I had my throne
We don't fight with sticks and stones
Wasn't no walking home alone
From the belly of these beast I had to eat my plate was full
Dont wear Jordans on yo feet you might get sneeked they take yo sole
This that world that was so cold
Summers turned them killers rogue
Shawty stuck up on that pole
We still digging for that gold, go
That's true
Look
It's been a real glorious day man
I gotta thank God for all these blessings forreal
Cuz every time I think back
In my mind I cant go back
You know
Get shit rocking, at ya noggin
New disc loading, new hits dropping
Feed my soul, I need mo options
We on go, don't need no lodging
We control it, see the polling
Toss the rock you seen me open
Off the block, then off the top
When freestyles drop, we stream in Poland
That's my dawg, yea that's my beagle
I go ape, but fly like Eagle
Paperweight, these niggas feeble
Cross me once, they ain't no redo
On my blood, that's on my sinew
Life is tough, can't do what we do
All my love can't go to feed you
Level up, or I'm gon leave you
Tryna get bands forreal
Pack coming in yea the fam is thrilled
Ice cold nigga can't stand the chill
Niggas too quiet, got plans to fail
I don't need friends, no mans, just mills
Shawty like my style, and my camera stills
Said I'm super fly, like the man of steel
Always on my grind, I got hands to fill
Fans to heal
Ran the Ville
Ain't have a choice I stand I'm killed
Look at my bands they dance forreal
Alot of my brothers they can't appeal
Straight from the bottom we ran uphill
Now hang at the top like chandeliers
They wanting my spot it can't be filled
Oh God what does that mean
I came out the rough but I swing on the green
Keep it on print like a money machine
If this was the 80s then I'd be feen
I keep me a Mark like that boy on supreme
This ain't no movie, I'm setting the scene
Im selling a dream, I'm vetting the team
Scary beginnings, my fans they scream
How I made off you would think this a scheme
oh God

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