Summer '25

That summer feelin', that summer feelin' (these are the real Sopranos)

That summer feelin' is gonna haunt you for the rest of your life

(Griselda, by Fashion Rebels) and then that summer feelin' will come and haunt you

'Cause that summer feelin' shall haunt you the rest of your life

Yo, it's summer '25 already, look how quick a year passed

The Thunder won a chip, the whole LA smell like tear gas

Connects still tappin' in, I told 'em, "I'm retired, still" (retired, still)

He said you gon' regret it like Zion regret Moriah Mills

Spent last summer broke, but now we up, we gotta give him his

'Cause last year was y'all turn, but this summer, y'all stick-up kids

Bundy had a daughter, Bean, back home from that prison bid

The streets need a Griselda album, and, shit, I need a bigger crib

But once I left the streets, I watched the sun set in Greece

Come back to visit Shay gravesite, tell bruh, "Rest in peace" (rest in peace, Shay)

I got seniority with the plug, he said it's one left for me (just for me)

My own boss, so I could drop a tape, when one just released (my own boss)

The independent hustle, yeah, I came up eatin' off the backend

With better jewels and longer runs than rappers who went platinum

It's Summertime Butch deuce, I had to make it annual

In a pot scrapin' granules, this how I made it tangible

I'm Montana Ave Butch, I'm literally from trap heaven

Y'all **** chit-chat reckless (uh-uh-uh), and basically, that's tellin'

Can't compare me to no new rappers, they gotta be past legends

She ask for dough before I fuck, but, basically, that's beggin'

I'm in every state, guess you could say that I'm a travel hustler

Seem 'em try to do what Butch did, and don't last a summer

They 17 a joint, we break the whip down and wrap 'em under

That price go where I go, just like Davante Adams number (whoo)

I'll buy a pallet from you, just write down that magic number

Been so good for so long, that they don't think I have the hunger

Ain't addin' up, I chew through shit (I chew through shit), which rapper I'ma have for supper? (Who? Which one?)

Dependin' what your watch cost, a broad unfasten for you

They wanna see my status plummet, probably say, "I had it comin'"

Meanwhile, I'm grindin', stackin' hundreds, flyin' pack in luggage

Ah, it ain't no clouds and it's 90 outside

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

Summer '25