Текст песни Summer 17 - Constantine

I woke up early just to take care of my family
I'm living everything you dreaming this ain't fantasy
And Summer seventeen I'm killing niggas R.I.P
I'm tryna make a mill
Before a nigga thirty-three
(Now look at me, look at me)

Still the man and you still a fan
Blowin' up, like the Taliban
Makin' moves and we in demand
Got drive, like a helmsman
LAID winnin' better take note
Turn a rapper to a anecdote
Should ghostwrite, so u stay afloat
Flow cold, need a pea-coat
(Yeah I'm raising hell)

(Hold up, lemme switch it up)
Swear I'm up
Y'all can't get enough
Get yo pockets up
Here's yo fix
Swear I'm too legit
Oppas on my 6
Man I'm lit
Winners in my clique
Man that young boy slick
(Yeah)
Maryland to California, airfare
Dropping these rappers off, daycare
She say I work too much, don't care
Swear every track I drops, healthcare
LAID and we so undefeated
All my niggas bout to get it
I swear that I'm in it
Teyoh blitzing through the scrimmage
Chasing the gold like it's quidditch

I woke up early just to take care of my family
I'm living everything you dreaming this ain't fantasy
And Summer seventeen I'm killing niggas R.I.P
I'm tryna make a mill
Before a nigga thirty-three

I treat a opp like that's my side-chick
Young goat but I'm biased
Swear my touch so midas
Stamped y'all need some guidance
Get yo bread up
I swear we stay up
You gettin' pay-cuts
We raise them rates up
You niggas laid up
I told you MuhTeyOh the real deal
Man I'm killin' the track and I'm in the field
Y'all kill for a look, man that's Emmett Till
Yeah I got the juice, y'all have no appeal
This summer I swear that we eatin' yuh
Hundreds is touching the ceiling yuh
Boss-up my nigga you tweakin yuh
TeyOh the man who competing yuh (yeah)

I need paper on the dot
You a extra, play ya part
I been moving, you just trot
Rep my set, boy that's the WOP

A week? a week about suckin' a real dick?
For five million?
What, niggas suck real dick for free, everyday

(Yeah)

I woke up early just to take care of my family
I'm living everything you dreaming this ain't fantasy
And Summer seventeen we killing niggas R.I.P
I'm tryna make a mill
Before a nigga thirty-three

City on lock
If you trippin' you can get clocked
East-side nigga MD till my clock stop
Rollin' through the 3 wit the kid
Yellin' don't stop, plottin' on a mil
Risk it all for the dream, I'm
Never going back just to gettin' by
Get rich or die tryin
Summer we immortalized
Livin' each day
Like my last, is the high life
Wish a nigga would, but he won't.