paroles de chanson summer in november - P-Trill

Heh
Yeah

The gas press to any, behest of my competitors
Killin' all them niggas in the room, I'm the preditor
Niggas better pray they had prayed prior Sundays
I'll leave 'em feelin' shitty like a case of the Mondays
One-way ticket to the city of the Boogie Down
She could be an ex like I was headed to the Boogie now
Fuck around, catch a round, like the final round
Yeah he a dog, but I had to be who put him down
Fuck the crown, don't need it to tell you I'm GOAT
Probably tell you she was singin' when I fuck up her throat
Like, Mariah Carey when she hittin' them notes
She gave me brain, now your shit's in the scope, not the label, nigga
And this is probably why your ho missin'
We would like to sneak up in your home if you sneak dissin'
Heard they wanna kill the GOATs, nigga, keep wishin'
But you won't get any results from your goldfishes
Fairly odd how I tend to beat the odds
And these niggas wanna rap, but couldn't even keep the job
I tend to really number yo' days, so pardon my ways
I'm workin' like I'm after a raise
Fuck callin' the plays, tryna be the owner of a franchise
Bitches want beef? Here's a GPS to Five Guys
And this is too easy, nigga, so why try?
'Cause I got bars like I ain't connect to WiFi
Why lie when I'm speakin' the truth?
The flow is cold, and you might need a Canada Goose
I'm back in the booth, shittin' on any who dare to test the god
Young black king, man, you gotta try twice as hard
Runnin' through my city at a quick pace
A marathon, I ain't ever tryna finish last place
Goin' hard like I'm tryna be the last great
And you niggas' food, and you lookin' like the last plate
Yeah, I'm tryna keep it real
I can give a fuck how anybody feel
Oh, a couple people in this shit, I'll body, still
Shot right from the top'll leave yo' body still

Leave your body still, then we head out to Holly' Hills
Quannie and I, we men of titanium, that's hardly steel
Bar's adjacent to Monkeypox and COVID, I'm ill
Summer in November, the flow's too hot, we gotta chill
Bringin' thunder, packin' lightnin', that's double trouble
They tryna test the gods? This y'all Last Supper
Overstood that last issue, bet that make 'em wonder
But that last upper leave a hatin' nigga body under
Label's callin', I'll stay independent, you tryna play, but I ain't Sony
We gon' see who win that last scrimmage
Warn her now, never judge me off of my appearance
Universal vibes turn her on, no remote, I'm privileged
I'm a business, man, not no businessman
People try to steal from you, try to flip the 'ends, huh
Spreadin' rumors to put you down just so they could win
Lyin', tryna dirty my name? Nah, don't forget to rinse
Summer in November, shit, gang got a hunnid clips
And cuzzo known to flip, on some zero to a hunnid shit
Got 'em shittin' tons of bricks from shittin' on that compet-ish
And we don't ever gotta flex, we naturally just summon wins
If you need the realness, you know we who you come and get
My team runnin' shit, y'all runner-ups, so come again, huh
Ask the audience, I stay trill when it come to them
A knight in shinin' armor with melanin, I'm a sun eclipse
I meant solar, heart cold, no polar
Perfectin' the craft, stay elevatin' like we 'posed to
Billboard hangtime, shots put 'em on posters
The journey to success is like a wild rollercoaster, facts
But I'm ready for it
Callin' plays how I drive, I'm a point forward
Solid foundation, can't fix what's never broken
Wordsmith, trust I got it lock, no bullshit, really, I'm chosen

Heavy is the head that wear the crown
Talk to me
Fuck outta here