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Yo, ah It's already full-blown summer now The bitches out, the numbers down They feel like thug already run the trial but Back in my town, they barely started and intention is strong It's like something telling me, "Kill" soon as the weather get warm The worst case for a veteran is feds get involved Nigga, I carry that weight with me like a medicine ball It ain't no clouds and it's 90 outside, that mean it's grimy outside But fuck it, you could still find me outside Spent nights on that curb building You gotta look at every law's true life 'Cause it's two Ls and two eyes in the word billion Three A.M. on the corner, breaking bread, I was patient Fled, so they gon' snatch me up before they head to the station Sped from one trap to two than it's several relations Step on the dope, it get weaker like the stairs to the basement Ah, no fifty-fifty splits won't get me rich, not at all It's pennies, I been winning chips, Olajuwon, Kenny Smith I came with a rocket and if I aim, it'll pop it Than put it back, the barrel will melt the change in my pocket The parallels of street life, you know the game's so strange I got beef with a nigga who got the same first name That ain't all, I had a plug who got the same birthday Detectors pull its whip over, they gon' make first gray It's time to pop out with it on, pull a drop out Shut the block down, bring a watch out if you on It's Summer 2024, motherfuckers From Letras Mania