I'm back this summer in the 216
Got the same old fit, I'm still riding clean
Sipping something different out this damn canteen
Don't ask me why they wanna be like me
Gone corporate, but I'm a contortionist
Torquing it back and forth, no forcing it
Can't forfeit this music dream
So I'm sorting it out
I never did this for clout, and for a while it went south
But before you speak better watch yo mouth
Cause I'm breaking back in like I built this house
And I might as well have
You can run and tell that
Used to play my music, see 'em holding back a laugh
Now the numbers going up, just look at the graph
And I got a little money now (Stacks!)
Same nerdy white boy, but the music ain't funny now (Ain't funny now)
Built this shit from scratch, but they still tryna disavow (Tryna take my shit)
Don't wanna give me my cred' (Nah!)
But I'm damn endowed (Yup!)
2-1-6 Summer!
I finally gained a little traction
Then all these distractions, infractions impacting my actions
Stabbed in the back, and was crashing
Vision was blacking, said stick to singing and rappin'
But I'm strapped, an assassin
Stabbing back in my black tee that says "Listen to Mac"
You don't listen to facts, always overreact
But that's a lot to unpack, I'll just stick to my rap
I just do this so well, even when I am walking through hell
Got my boys, and my mademoiselle
But even with no personnel
I find a way to excel, a way to compel
A way to propel, when I am unwell
No need to sell, when I, myself, am fresh off the shelf
I'm a product that's sought of, John Stockton
I'm ballin' with no problems, I solve 'em with a sawed off
I'm flawless, no fall off, can't call this so call off
Real deal, no knockoff
I appeal with this suave talk
It's all skyline, no drop-off
Can't call this, so call off
2-1-6 summer
2 B FRANK - 216 Summer Lyrics
2 B FRANK - 216 Summer Lyrics
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I'm back this summer in the 216
Got the same old fit, I'm still riding clean
Sipping something different out this damn canteen
Don't ask me why they wanna be like me
Gone corporate, but I'm a contortionist
Torquing it back and forth, no forcing it
Can't forfeit this music dream
So I'm sorting it out
I never did this for clout, and for a while it went south
But before you speak better watch yo mouth
Cause I'm breaking back in like I built this house
And I might as well have
You can run and tell that
Used to play my music, see 'em holding back a laugh
Now the numbers going up, just look at the graph
And I got a little money now (Stacks!)
Same nerdy white boy, but the music ain't funny now (Ain't funny now)
Built this shit from scratch, but they still tryna disavow (Tryna take my shit)
Don't wanna give me my cred' (Nah!)
But I'm damn endowed (Yup!)
2-1-6 Summer!
I finally gained a little traction
Then all these distractions, infractions impacting my actions
Stabbed in the back, and was crashing
Vision was blacking, said stick to singing and rappin'
But I'm strapped, an assassin
Stabbing back in my black tee that says "Listen to Mac"
You don't listen to facts, always overreact
But that's a lot to unpack, I'll just stick to my rap
I just do this so well, even when I am walking through hell
Got my boys, and my mademoiselle
But even with no personnel
I find a way to excel, a way to compel
A way to propel, when I am unwell
No need to sell, when I, myself, am fresh off the shelf
I'm a product that's sought of, John Stockton
I'm ballin' with no problems, I solve 'em with a sawed off
I'm flawless, no fall off, can't call this so call off
Real deal, no knockoff
I appeal with this suave talk
It's all skyline, no drop-off
Can't call this, so call off
2-1-6 summer
Got the same old fit, I'm still riding clean
Sipping something different out this damn canteen
Don't ask me why they wanna be like me
Gone corporate, but I'm a contortionist
Torquing it back and forth, no forcing it
Can't forfeit this music dream
So I'm sorting it out
I never did this for clout, and for a while it went south
But before you speak better watch yo mouth
Cause I'm breaking back in like I built this house
And I might as well have
You can run and tell that
Used to play my music, see 'em holding back a laugh
Now the numbers going up, just look at the graph
And I got a little money now (Stacks!)
Same nerdy white boy, but the music ain't funny now (Ain't funny now)
Built this shit from scratch, but they still tryna disavow (Tryna take my shit)
Don't wanna give me my cred' (Nah!)
But I'm damn endowed (Yup!)
2-1-6 Summer!
I finally gained a little traction
Then all these distractions, infractions impacting my actions
Stabbed in the back, and was crashing
Vision was blacking, said stick to singing and rappin'
But I'm strapped, an assassin
Stabbing back in my black tee that says "Listen to Mac"
You don't listen to facts, always overreact
But that's a lot to unpack, I'll just stick to my rap
I just do this so well, even when I am walking through hell
Got my boys, and my mademoiselle
But even with no personnel
I find a way to excel, a way to compel
A way to propel, when I am unwell
No need to sell, when I, myself, am fresh off the shelf
I'm a product that's sought of, John Stockton
I'm ballin' with no problems, I solve 'em with a sawed off
I'm flawless, no fall off, can't call this so call off
Real deal, no knockoff
I appeal with this suave talk
It's all skyline, no drop-off
Can't call this, so call off
2-1-6 summer
Writer: 2 FRANK
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