(Summer time)
I was fightin' for my life in the summer Niggas always tryna catch me I'm doin' right It get the down in August Why niggas gotta die in July? Oh, oh, oh,
Even though it's hot out here, I'm still be a criminal Come and check my temperature, spent fever in the Gucci Assassination artist, flippin', make shit flawless Every bands in hands, out the dumpster Don't understand how business It's the youngster mindset, my mind set about that I'm tryna and have sex, fuck his taxes Spendin' it all on the drop, then watch, the Rollie, I was livin' the Takin' the tips and I'm the rent 'Cause I live my team, ride for my team me greens, profit was green, I need more 'reens Ballin' the finals, I'm takin' the The scholar, the league, champion, king, Big mojo, but my was hittin' I went loco my promo, but bi-locals was missin' Tryna onto my home bro, but don't see me as a local Guess my lens is more bifocal, 'cause our focus is that sun is up, niggas still wearin' all black Social immunity, I might call 'em all black Jigga Juice with me, he gon' hear it, all the season mean to you? Can't find one, fall back
I was for my life in the summer time Niggas always catch me when I'm doin' right It get the hottest in August Why niggas gotta die in every Oh, oh, oh,