Summer '24 (feat. Ed Lover) [Ed Lover Mix]

Yo, sometimes I wonder if real motherfuckers still exist

Sometimes I look at what's going on out here and I wonder, do real motherfuckers still exist?

But then I'm reminded that real motherfuckers do still exist

It's the Butcher, bitch

Summertime Butch

Yo, ah, it's already full-blown summer now

The bitches out, the numbers down

It feel like Thug already run to trial, but back in my town, it barely started

And the tension is strong

It's like something tell them to kill as soon as the weather get warm

The worst case for a veteran is feds get involved

****, I carry that weight with me like a medicine ball

It ain't no clouds and it's 90 outside

That mean it's grimey outside, but fuck it, you can still find me outside

Spend nights on that curb building

You got to look at every loss, true life, because there's two Ls and two Is in the word billion

3 a.m. on that corner, breaking bread, I was patient

Fled so they don't snatch me up before they head to the station

Spare for one trap to two, then I sever relations

Step on the dope, it get weaker like the stairs to the basement

Ah, no 50-50 splits won't get me rich

Not at all, that's pennies

I've been winning chips, Olajuwan, Kenny Smith

I came with a rocket, and if I aim it and pop it then put it back

The barrel gon' melt the change in my pocket

The parallels of street life

You know, the game's so strange

I got beef with a **** who got the same first name

That ain't all

I had a plug who got the same birthday

Detectives pull his whip over, they gon' make first grade

It's time to pop out with it on, pull a drop out, shut the block down, bring a watch out if you want

It's summer 2024, motherfuckers

Summertime Butch

These are the real Sopranos