Dear Summer Lyrics

Fell in love with Summer (Summer)

But Winter my bitch (Yeah)

Street nigga holiday the first to the fifth (Fifth)

In kitchen cooking yams my personal dish

Hope these fuck niggas that's my personal wish

Get money quick (Quick)

That's my occupation (Uh)

Wanna see me fall fuck nigga keep waiting (Uh)

I just wanna ball (Ball)

These pussy niggas hating (Hating)

You ain't a boss I can tell by your conversation

Yo bitch fucking huh (Huh)

She don't respect yo gangsta(Nope)

She want a runaway to save her off the plantation (Yeah)

You tap dancing for them crackas ain't it

Don't own your masters working backwards ain't it

I cut the noose and hung the masters later (Uh)

Cultivation on a half a acre (Yeah)

Different bag I'm talking different paper(Different paper)

Since a minor I done did it major (Major)

So I don't need none of you niggas favors (None)

I'm self made I owe myself paper (Me)

Did it all on my own I owe myself favors (Me)

Morning views from a mansion shit is breathtaking

I'll risk it all just to ball

Put that on my dawgs (On my dawgs)

Swear to god we gon ball until our number called

Yeah

I wrote this for this beautiful bitch named Summer

Dear Summer

Uh

Look

Plenty summers on (On)

Spent plenty summers gone (Gone)

First offense five years judge did me wrong (Did me wrong)

Ain't had a visit in some years I'm in this bitch alone (Damn)

Swear that time in the pen just made a nigga strong (Yup)

Determination (Uh)

Self discipline (Yeah)

I'd like thank myself (Me)

And give me recognition(Me)

When I was fucked up where was you niggas then (Where you at)

Want me to win for you too okay I get it then (I get it)

They wishing death upon on me I'm talking many men

I'll have them killas spin your block in them minivans

And they busting quick (Quick)

I'm talking minute men

Nigga say he want war well let's get it then (Let's get it)

Huh, I was raised around some killas

Politicking discussing murder over dinner (Over dinner)

Self Made millionaires all I know is winners (All I know)

They need us for the blocks all I know is Centers

I'm talking Patrick Ewing in his early thirties

I'm talking Shaq with a Caesar in a magic jersey (Nigga)

Really the dream team, I feel like James worthy

I'm the king where I'm from I know you heard of me

I really feel like

This shit the Dream Team

Realest niggas doing this shit for real

Ask a nigga where you from bout me

Self Made