Dear Summer

Why disrespect under my pics knowing you might could meet me?
Married to the streets, I'm on the block just so my wife could see me
Never had a convo with Kanye, still tryna find the Yeezy's
All we knew was really hustle, your life it was probably easy
Sunday mornings saying prayers, I used to promise Jesus
I might repent after I sin but shit I got them sneakers
Mama tryna find a preacher, I was high with Lisa
I'm 14 and at that time I'm thinking I'ma keep her

Now I'm 21 and we ain't spoke in 5
Doing time, got no letters, I would sleep with open eyes
Reading literature, summer kinda twisted, pour some liquor up
Posters on my wall in my cell, Trina and Vivica
Talk about my life and they recite it like it's biblical
Bring 'em near the light and they gon' tell people you spiritual

If you really see how this started, this shit a miracle
Hopping out foreigns, I don't even know what these mirrors do
I seen powder turn into a rock
Now I'm at a Roc Nation party back when we did Ed Hardy
We was making stops, picking up
Never wanted to see my fists up in no cuffs
I did Breakfast Club, the whole hood thought I was rich as fuck

Can't explain the way it feel when them niggas before the deal
That you would help get 'em a mil' act like you never did it
I got a chance for this position off a lot of wisdom
Really wasn't talking, my ears was open like I gotta listen
Dear Summer, my homies left me, this was a weird summer
Champagne every day, I remember beer summers
Chopper on me early morning like a deer hunter
My cologne was marijuana, I got it, ain't barely want it

Can't relate to the women, I'm talking business with Genesis
I would leather shop them niggas with you feminine
Cocaine boost your adrenaline
If he dead we gon' turn him into venison
Swing through like a pendulum

Dope boy fabric, Benetton with the Presi on
Sweatsuit, Giorgio tech heavily on
This shit I talk go over your head just like a carry on
You still can't knock the hustle like that song Hov got Mary on

I said it when I first came in the game
I'm one of them niggas you gotta pay attention to
A blind man can't see what's going on
But I guarantee you he feel the vibe
I'm 'posed to be doing 25 to life on the federal yard
Now I see my daughters, I realize ain't nothing better than God
You better go hard and get your head out the stars
You ain't shining yet?
Family good, get what you can get and give the block the rest

I confess, if I'm not the best
Then what I do? Palms up, both knees on the floor
When I speak to Allah, just hope he keep me on board
I seen it all

Dear Summer
You know I was born in June like

Summer baby, that's my time, that's my glow
Yeah

Dear Summer

Uh

Yah
Dear Summer