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