I was fightin' for my life in the summer time Niggas always tryna catch me when I'm doin' right It get the hottest down in August Why niggas gotta die in every July? Oh, oh, oh, woah
Even though it's hot out here, I'm still gon' be a criminal Come and check my temperature spent fever in the Gucci store Assassination artist, flippin', make that shit flawless Dirty bands in your hands, out the dumpster Don't understand how business work It's the youngster mindset, my mind set about that action I'm tryna flex and have sex, fuck is taxes? Spendin' it all on the drop, then watch, the Rollie I was livin' the dream Takin' the tips and I'm dodgin' the rent 'Cause I live with my team, ride for my team, yeah Makin' me greens, profit was green, I need more 'reens Ballin' the finals, I'm takin' the finals The scholar, the league, champion, king, yeah Big mojo, but my fomo was hittin' I went loco with my promo, but bi-locals was missin' Tryna hold onto my home bro, but don't see me as a local Guess my lens is more bifocal, 'cause our focus is different When that sun is out, niggas still wearin' all black Show some unity, I might just call up ALLBLACK Jigga Juice with me, he gon' hear it, all that With the season mean to you? Can't find one, then fall back
I was fightin' for my life in the summer time Niggas always tryna catch me when I'm doin' right It get the hottest down in August Why niggas gotta die in every July? Oh, oh, oh, woah
Compositores: Justin Zim, Cooper Douglas Mcgill, Akeem Douglas Hayes (Guapdad 4000) ECAD: Obra #31986589