summertime heat (interlude)

Uh, yeah, okay, it's back to the basics, can't escape the matrix, blue or red pill nigga, which one are you taking

Master of my thoughts, I've been working on reshaping, but press the wrong buttons, then I'm back annihilating

They tell me time is money and I got that, came up where the block at, but now I never have to spin the block back

Niggas hit me when they need a favor, cause they know I got the power, something like a superhero saver

I been have niggas overlook me, flip the script on them, now I got them out here looking like some rookies

Battle tested when it comes to smoke, no cooking, never needed help, thanks again, good looking

Summertime I'm popping out, drop top blue coupe, this ain't what I'm used to, but this I could get used to

Summertime heat, shit get hotter than some new soup, summertime heat, niggas crazy like cuckoo

But I ain't worried about none of that shit, I'm a fly nigga, take a plane and go on a trip, somewhere far away or somewhere that is foreign and shit

Either way them fuck, niggas ain't affording this shit