Summer Is Cancelled

How, how do you face Chiraq? How?

Where's my brother? How?

Bitch, we've been to war

I can't even talk that Chicago shit

I don't know nothin' about that

I know about everywhere I go, I gotta have my motherfuckin' gun, period

I know about Chi big homies

I don't call the niggas big, they ain't my big homies

Them niggas ain't never did shit but finesse me, for real

But I'm telling y'all, don't get finessed

All the shorties that wanna be 100

Come on, just think about it 'fore you kill about it (come on)

See what's really bout' it

Chill out and analyze

Tell me how you feel about it

But one thing about it, I'm really 'bout it

Did shit, ain't trip about it, think about it

But we wasn't just doin' it to anybody (nuh, uh, never)

Nigga, you don't get no points for no innocent bodies (goofy)

Pussy, you ain't even hit who you shot at (pussy)

In a jam he grabbin' a bitch to shield his body

All these new street niggas they really rotten

Same niggas ridin' around, getting high outside

Killed his bro with a smile, niggas really plottin'

Lot of niggas 2019 gettin' killed with they partnas (uh, uh)

And niggas stories mixed with they body language

Don't be adding up how they really rockin'

In a lil' pouch or something arm-reach where my Glock at (I got that)

Streets got me paranoid, what you starin' for

Pacing back and forth I'mma need you to stop that

I can turn nothin' to somethin' how you top that

If I want somethin', it's nothin' I can cop that

Humble, but you know my shit, I'll pop that

Stand up straight in the Maybach, where the top at?

I'm inspiration for niggas who trappin'

Voice for the niggas who always get shot at

I'm living proof you can get off the block

This for every hood I don't care if you not black (uh)

Even the best finessed, I got finessed

That's why I am the way I am

Don't call no motherfucker no big shit, big who? big ho, fuck

(La musica de Harry Fraud)

I been from the snake pits

To a lion's den

I was in a Benz (Benz)

Riding with my friends

Riding with FNs (FNs, uh)

Cried with my mans (real)

Lives in each other's hands, this is not pretend

I ain't playin' with emotions, I won't show my hand

Give the hustle my devotion, so I know I can (yeah)

I ain't dealing with promotion just so they know what I'm sayin'

Need the back end eight to four hours before the show when I land

I had a buck before school

Bought three bags of chips and a soda in the can (I did)

Now I'm getting 30 a show and the strip club

Just want me to show for a ten

All these millions touched my hands that's from taking chances

Ah they tellin' me I'm the man I ain't even settle in yet

Gotta get youngin' together they starve on the regular (uh)

I came from sparking competitors

my life was never no regular degular (uh)

Way before records, et cetera

I was with felons and narcotic peddlers (uh)

Tell em' just weather the weather

The longer storm then the better the grass gonna grow

We was in the middle of wars had guns on ours waists

We was selling our bags in the snow

But can't live this street life forever

It's bread or Berrettas, I keep on tellin' em

For my niggas jailin', who bitches stop reading them letters

But kept on mailin' em

Do this shit for the bottom as long as I stay on top

I'mma keep y'all relevant (uh)

For all my lil' ones, all my friends and family

Everybody I love, everybody I call blood, my people

Man, I catch y'all stupid ass out here trynna kick it on these blocks

I'm hot-poppin' out and hittin' you in your shit

If I love you, I'm hittin' you in your shit

Get that shit over with

All them hole in the walls, all that weak ass shit

Where niggas putting them calls through, texting, all that goofy shit

Man, niggas gotta play it by the rules, man

People that losin' they life for essentially shit

'Cause niggas is scared

Niggas ain't getting up, trynna hit they man

Niggas shooting from crowds and all kinda goofy shit

And I can't be a hypocrite

I can't, you know, talk about nothin' nobody doing

But all that shit is cancelled, summer is cancelled