Lil' Wayne - Dear Summer lyrics

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Dear Summer,

Yeah, suffix people, you know, you, you, you already, yeah, come on

Kickin rocks on the block tellin all the old g's

I be coming for your spot when your not looking

Hot cooking momma got it on the kitchen table

I thank God we were always able to

Get the leather couch, big screen, cable too

Nintendo when good grades came through

Then the cooked k's came through

Some soft some stepped on but we kept on

And I slept with the work plenty nights thought I heard

Niggas coming thought I saw the cop lights but

I was dreaming, then I woke, the junkies was still feenin

N I had coke so I had hope u may say that is wrong

But I ain't talkin to ya child I'm talkin to this song

I'm just doing the walk down memory lane

If I crash just pick up my brain

And yes, my nikkas the same, but they quicker to bang

And if they do then I'm the nikka u blame, so I shoot first anyway

And I would do the honors anyday

And tell your honor he a bitch to his face

And whip through the state like I whip through the A

Show ya ass how to take 4 and get 8

And it don't take 4 nikkas to get straight

The only hot boy even off this plate

Young weezy baby, that's what ya bitch say

Give her ass a location and a template

Show her how to work the innerstate

Stop working with that thinner weight

Get ya breaks fixed

Stop playin, cause all we know is gunplay

Trip while you full and my clip gon be empty

When the stomachs get empty anythings tempting

Ain't nobody safe when it's for the kid's sake

Hurricane wipe the south like a earthquake

We tryna save face but we ain't got a place

To stay, so they made us evacuate, we on our way pussies

We eat no cake

Ya'll notice when you see us put your jewels up

Put your cars, put your clothes, put your shoes up

It's that serious, homie, pick the news up

It wasn't good nikka, think about the hood nikka...

The people who ain't, never had shit, ain't gon neva have shit

Bullshit cause they still gon try to manage nikkas doin anything

Like God gon understand them

But please understand us, nikkas with money lost mansions

Nikkas with nothing lost families

Lives lost in traffic, brought it up to the attic, there goes the stashes

But a nikka got passion

Even though the bounce back seeming like magic

Shit, but call me sick freak

Watch how I turn one k to a hundred g's

Yeah, dear summer, summer breeze

Summer please know I live for ya

Throw on the wifebeater, let back the lid for ya

A few years I prolly hear from ya

But now I'm here for ya

I know nikkas that shed a tear for ya

Behind bars tryna get to ya

They prolly never see ya

It's that real talk if you ever heard it homie

Shit hurt so much might have to hurt ya homie

No commercial no frontin no curve on it

No cut, tell life so what

The drought's in not only white slowed up

The weed slowed up we can't even roll up

Fuck, put it in the money too, but that's the last thing cause hustle is what we do

Hustle with what, how we getting on

Where he sittin at, what he sittin on

Stand up if you know it's true

The end of the world cumin and my city the proof

There, and this is after disaster, this ain't rap dis a recap

Stepping of the g4 still strapped

Bust ya head in the air that's a skycap

Have my car pick me up where I arrive at

Drop the work off cause it don't go where I reside at

Garbage bags filled up with dollas

Dead presidents, gotta dump the bodies

Birdman, as long as we gon eat, then everyone eat off me

Feet off ground, fingers to the stars, reach

And I'm a get death through these balls, believe me

I'm down for the cause, even, when everything paused, I proceeded

I'm a leader, meet the son of Jacida, fuck the world not the people, there.