Summer is Cancelled

Come on just think about it before you kill about it (Come on)

See what s really bout' it

Chill out and analyze

Tell me how you feel about it (Uh, feel)

But one thing about it I'm really bout it

Did shit aint trip about it think about it

But we wasn't just doin it to anybody (Nu-uh, never)

**** you don't get no points for no innocent bodies (Goofy)

Pussy you aint even hit who you shot at (Pussy)

In a jam he grabbin' a bitch to shield his body

All these new street **** they really rottin'

Same **** ridin around getting high outside killed his bro with a smile **** really plottin'

Lot of **** twenty-nineteen gettin' killed with they partnas (Uh-uh)

And **** stories mixed with they body language don't be adding up

How they really rockin'

In a lil' pouch or something arm reach where my glock at (I got that)

Streets got me paranoid

What you starin' for

Pacing back and forth I'ma need you to stop that

I can turn nothin' to somethin' how you top that

If I want somethin' its nothin' I can cop that

Humble but you know my shit I'll pop that

Stand up straight in the Maybach where the top at

I'm inspiration for **** who trappin'

Voice for the **** who always get shot at

I'm living proof you can get off the block

This for every hood I don't care if you not black (Uh)

(La música de Harry Fraud)

I been from the snake pits

To a lion's den

I was in a Benz

Riding with my friends

Riding with FNs

Cried with my mans

Lives in each other's hands this is not pretend

I ain't playin' with emotions I won't show my hand

Give the hustle my devotion so I know I can (Yeah)

I ain't dealing with promotion just so they know what im sayin'

Need the backend 8-4 hours before the show when I land

I had a buck before school bought three bags of chips and a soda in the can (I did)

Now i'm getting 30 a show and the strip just want me to show for a ten

All these millions touched my hands that's from taking chances

Ah they tellin' me I'm the man I ain't even settle in yet

Gotta get youngin together they starve on the regular

I came from sparking competitors my life was never no regular degular

Way before records etcetera I was with felons and narcotic peddlers

Tell em' just weather the weather the longer storm then the better the grass gonna grow

We was in the middle of wars had guns on ours waists we was selling our bags in the snow

But cant live this street forever its bread or berrettas I keep on tellin' em

For my **** jailin' who bitches stop reading them letters but kept on mailin' em

Do this shit for the bottom as long as I stay on top I'ma keep y'all relevant