Summer Breeze (feat. Apollo J)

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