God Bless The Summer

[Verse 1: Dave East]
If you owe that man, then pay that man
Look around, I stood my ground, niggas can't say I ran
I was taught, somebody take something, you break his hand
And I was taught, you wanna make something? You take a chance
The way I see it, these niggas gon' kill theyself
How the fuck you keepin' it real? You ain't real with yourself
Many night on the Ocho, duckin' suckas and popo'
This Gucci without the logo
I don't wear no Polo, I'm boujee now
I bring some women to bring some goonies out
They used to ask for credit, I dead it, like a root canal
I get back to that later, I'm in the booth for now
Pistol in your mouth gon' do more than chip tooth your smile
Niggas I played basketball with, is shooters now
I did the highway with work, I know how a state troopers sound
It feel like they plotting to kill me
I'm out the way, they booked Meek for poppin' a wheelie
Treat us like animals, but we get fly like the Air Force
I been on that Ace of Spades, these niggas on Smirnoff
Aim it at his head, and try to knock that nigga beard off
Skrrt, pull the Benz off, pay attention when men talk
Notice I said men
Dope like the Exorcist
I watched a fiend head spin, been hard to go to bed since
Blood splatter all in your car, leave you with red tint
Came up with a plan for this paper, been gettin' bread since
Tyra said I should model, been gettin' head since
They made a sweep, and my niggas been in the fed since
They came around askin' questions, we never said shit
Gang squad started followin', soon as I said Crip
I know they on my Instagram
Clap the heat, happy feet, you know them niggas ran
I don't call niggas family, unless they really fam'
If a thousand don't get 'em, I guarantee a milli' can

[Verse 2: Vado]
Slime
Try to manage your vibe energy
A fake friend could do more damage than five enemies
When it's chicken, it's beef, like Fried Kennedy
Bring your instrument, we could have us a live symphony
In a tight alley, we be like [?]
Gunplay scenes, I squeeze like Mike Lowrey
All you see is sticks and signs, [?] rally
Red track suit, new [?], white Bally's
Real shit, your own men will hate
I don't wanna hear you get dough, 'less you demonstrate
I'm trying open the door, look like inner-space
5-6-0 with the chrome dinner plates
Get it straight, where i'm from, you had to

I hit the scaffle with it, that brown bag, I hit it

[Bridge: Dave East]
I don't call niggas family, 'less they really fam'
I don't call niggas family, 'less they really fam'
I don't call niggas family, 'less they really fam'
I don't call niggas family, 'less they really fam'

[Verse 3: Vado]