Nostalgic Video (MV)

I miss the summer times
Missin' all the good times, yeah
Used to write bad rhymes
But now we writin' good lines, yeah
I'm from the bottom of the 'burbs where the scum at
We don't tote guns we smoke drugs make us dumbass
We used to watch gross kids smoke weed, f*ck me
They were just dope fiends, now they crack fiends
Askin me for smack
Pleaseeee
I live in suburbs and that shit gets boring
Touring different creeks grey skies in the morning
The trees of lost leaves in the morning
Yeah I'm not acting, yeah I'm not capping
But when I see my shot I'm not Shaqtin
Ya boys always braggin'
I'm like Rick and Morty yeah I'm gonna cop the dragon
Yeah I'm playing Call of Duty but I'm not lagging
Had to change the flow now you know
Yeah I'm running this show
Driving really fast and you know how it goes
Me and Jonny running out the back door
Jonny get the vest cause these bullets hittin me
Yeah, right in the chest but it won't affect me
Chillin outside cause the weather ain't bad
Ain't feeling so mad
Ain't so stressed out I was so stressed out
I was so sad but I'm good now
Yeah I'm so blessed now, Uh
Cause I got you by my side
Baby hop in my car and we can take a ride
Feeling so fly yeah wanna take a ride
Feeling like Bonnie and Clyde, yeah
I miss the summer times
Missin' all the good times, yeah
Used to write bad rhymes
But now we writin' good lines, yeah
I miss the summer times
Missin' all the good times, yeah
Used to write bad rhymes
But now we writin' good lines, yeah
All of the Lights I'm talkin sample
All the all the all of the fights I'm talking handfuls
I'm thinking way back I'm thinking out of time
Back to those days when we couldn't write a rhyme
I'm talking Saturn days I'm talking harder times
Shit ain't easy when you fogged in the mind
And imma keep it real I ain't been all there
Sometimes I'm on top I woo like Ric Flair
Sometimes I'm on the bottom sometimes I don't care
We all needa learn some shit just ain't fair
Profit, profit, I don't need the profit
I'm speaking from my mind I just wanna be a prophet
I ain't got the money but f*ck it I might cop it
Rocket, I'm locked in, I can't f*cking stop it, I've lost it
I'm out my coffin
I miss the summer times
Missin' all the good times, yeah
Used to write bad rhymes
But now we writin' good lines, yeah
I miss the summer times
Missin' all the good times, yeah
Used to write bad rhymes
But now we writin' good lines, yeah