Summer Breeze ft. Apollo J Lyrics

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