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Yeah (Summertime)

I was fightin' for my life in the summertime
Niggas always tryna catch me when I'm doin' right
It get the hottest down in August
Why niggas gotta die in every July?
Oh, oh, oh, whoa

Even though it's hot out here, I'm still gon' be a criminal
Come and check my temperature, spent fever in the Gucci store
Assassinate artist, flippin', make that shit flawless
I took every bands in your hands, out the dumpster
Don't understand how business work
It's the youngster mindset, my mind set about that action
I'm tryna flex and have sex, f*ck his taxes
Spendin' it all on the drop, then watch, the Rollie, I was livin' the dream
Takin' the tips and I'm dodgin' the rent
'Cause I live with my team, ride for my team, yeah
Makin' me greens, profit was green, I need more 'reens
Ballin' the finals, I'm takin' the finals
The scholar, the league, champion, king, yeah
Big mojo, but my fomo was hittin'
I went loco with my promo, but bi-locals was missin'
Tryna hold onto my home bro, but don't see me as a local
Guess my lens is more bifocal, 'cause our focus is different
When that sun is up, niggas still wearin' all black
Show some unity, I might just call 'em all black
Jigga Juice with me, he gon' hear it, all that
What the season mean to you?
Can't find one, then fall back

I was fightin' for my life in the summertime
Niggas always tryna catch me when I'm doin' right
It get the hottest down in August (yeah)
Why niggas gotta die in every July?
Oh, oh, oh, whoa
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Yeah (Summertime)

I was fightin' for my life in the summertime
Niggas always tryna catch me when I'm doin' right
It get the hottest down in August
Why niggas gotta die in every July?
Oh, oh, oh, whoa

Even though it's hot out here, I'm still gon' be a criminal
Come and check my temperature, spent fever in the Gucci store
Assassinate artist, flippin', make that shit flawless
I took every bands in your hands, out the dumpster
Don't understand how business work
It's the youngster mindset, my mind set about that action
I'm tryna flex and have sex, f*ck his taxes
Spendin' it all on the drop, then watch, the Rollie, I was livin' the dream
Takin' the tips and I'm dodgin' the rent
'Cause I live with my team, ride for my team, yeah
Makin' me greens, profit was green, I need more 'reens
Ballin' the finals, I'm takin' the finals
The scholar, the league, champion, king, yeah
Big mojo, but my fomo was hittin'
I went loco with my promo, but bi-locals was missin'
Tryna hold onto my home bro, but don't see me as a local
Guess my lens is more bifocal, 'cause our focus is different
When that sun is up, niggas still wearin' all black
Show some unity, I might just call 'em all black
Jigga Juice with me, he gon' hear it, all that
What the season mean to you?
Can't find one, then fall back

I was fightin' for my life in the summertime
Niggas always tryna catch me when I'm doin' right
It get the hottest down in August (yeah)
Why niggas gotta die in every July?
Oh, oh, oh, whoa
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Writer: Akeem Douglas Hayes
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