[ Featuring Black Soprano Family ]
Yeah
Ah
It's already full-blown, summer now
The bitches out, the numbers down
It feel like Thug, already run the trial but
Back in my town, they barely started and intention is strong
It's like something telling me, "Kill," soon as the weather get warm
The worst case for a veteran is feds get involved
Nigga, I carry that weight with me like a medicine ball
It ain't no clouds and it's nintey outside
That mean it's grimy outside
But, f*ck it, you could still find me outside
Spent nights on that curb building
You gotta look at every law's true life
'Cause it's two Ls and two eyes in the word billion
Three A.M. on the corner, breaking bread, I was patient
Fled, so they don't snatch me up before they head to the station
Sped, for one trap-two then it's several relations
Step on the dope, it get weaker like the stairs to the basement
Ah, no fifty-fifty splits won't get me rich, not at all
That's pennies, I been winning chips, Elijah Von, Kenny Smith
I came with a rocket and if I aim it and pop it
Then put it back, the barrel gon' melt the change in my pocket
The parallels of street life, you know the game's so strange
I got beef with a nigga who got the same first name
That ain't all, I had a plug who got the same birthday
Detectors pull this whip over, they gon' make first grade
It's time to pop out with it on
Pull the drop out, shut the block down
Bring a watch out if you want
It's Summer 2024, motherf*ckers
