Текст песни Jim Jones - Denzel Himself

Yea yo
Feel it, suttin' light
Suttin kinda dynamite, real niggas only
For the Summer
Himself, J.D., let's go, go

Hittin' sit-ups with my eyes open
Can't lie I was duckin from the
Alhamdullilah, thank Allah that the Night's over
A new day begins I'm focused, get my mind focused
Hit the strip, top down, coastin'
White vest, red fitted, with the white loafers
All black chrome grills, I dont smile Kosher
You know the vibe, open
Drive by, slopin'
See police they hop out we ghostin'
Nah I'm playin, flicky tucked by my nuts coastin'
I know they heard of Himself, I know they know he chosen
[But] They ain't know that, he ain't goin' for the shit at all
Years back a nigga tried to disrespect, sure
Ain't respond a single word...
My nigga asked me what I'm tryna do
I laughed, pause
No disrespect I'll ____ 'fore I meet the Lord

South-East and, Westbound G's and
Up North fuck-boys left out grievin'

Set Count Thee End x4

Wrist freeze up, his chick need us
Thick chicks lick ____ from Brixton to Greece, wassup?

Set Count Thee End x4

They was last, we was speedin'
We was creepin, suttin' fast, European
If you're treatin', there's a chance you could see him
Lol, jk, I'm seeing someone
[I'm] Seein' Dead White Males, I'm seein' Summer
Heated slumber, tucked by the seat it's under- Come up,
Summer with Miami, spent the winter in the Tundra's
Depressive, can't believe I'm even under
Under my thoughts, it's nuttin', it's nuttin I thought
Wouldn't happen, I'm as sure as the wood in your mattress
They thought I would die, but Phoenix is taught to survive
And Rise up from the ashes, a lot on my brain
A lot on my mind, stunning x
A lot on the line I'm gothic, turn up!
One in a million, jump if you feel it
Trunk, speakers
Krump, feel it

South-East and, Westbound G's and
Up North fuck-boys left out grievin'

Set Count Thee End x4

Wrist freeze up, his chick need us
Thick chicks lick ____ from Brixton to Greece, wassup?

Set Count Thee End x4

For the summer