One Summer

Quincy, tell 'em

One phone, one line all summer

One take on life, can't fuck up

One take on life, can't fuck up

This that Michael Owen, '96 'til '02

Gettin' packs, formation, 4-4-2

They just dog food, I be soul food, ah

And this is way before I sold food

Bitches fuckin' up my whole mood, tellin' me I'm so rude

I tell 'em I ain't regular, tell 'em I'm a cold dude

You don't get far in life bein' nice

'Cause these people, yeah, they feeble, yeah, they evil

They don't want a real come up, trappin' 'til it's sun up

Lappy with a copper, never home for supper

Missed dinner every day, it's been like four summers

Balenciaga runners, still I do the run up

I watch real juggers make it, then they plummet

We have meetings with the bruddas like a summit

They lookin' for attention, bro, just burnin'

We got a lot to lose, I'm consistent with the onions

Breakin' dem without the tears, breakin' bread with all my peers

Panicked couple times but you know, it's only God I fear

'Cause I bleed like you bleed, only I'm in seventh gear

I got Calvins on my underwear

No, literally, I got that Calvin in my underwear

And they shifty, you know, I don't give no fund to scares

Officers askin' if I got the gear

Sorry constable, I got difficulties, I can't hear

And the cloth they made me from, yeah, it's kinda rare

And the cloth they made me from, yeah, it's kinda rare

Uh, and it's kinda rare

Uh, oh yeah, and it's kinda rare

One phone, one line all summer

One take on life, can't fuck up

I bone one night, no hug ups

I take this cash, all one up

One phone, one line all summer

One take on life, can't fuck up

I bone one night, no hug ups

I take this cash, all one up

I don't really care about post codes

Ask RB, I get them packs sold

Any size, I bag those, every time, I bag loads

Lifestyle private, I ain't gotta brag, bro

'Cause braggin' what they always do

Contemplatin' on the half a food

Should I shot it? Should I stop it?

And the shot ain't for a fashion, they got points to prove

Now we ain't got points to lose

Just how we used in this life of sin

Little jiggas runnin' 'round puttin' knife to skin

Goin' school up in the mornin', readin' Mice and Men

Grab the re and get the price on them

Comin' to the table, bring a slice, my friend

And they do it for the net, yeah, they wanna trend

And I do it for the tune 'cause I got guap to spend

All these headers really made us all from boys to men

Yeah, boys to men

We ain't talkin' boybands

Hit him in his vehicle, Troy Ave

I know akhs that do it point-blank

We're all just little fishes in this whole tank

But me, I'm a lion in this jungle

Ah, Huncho, yeah, I gotta eat

Ah, and my brothers, yeah, they lions too

They claimin' that they know me, but they envy me

One phone, one line all summer

One take on life, can't fuck up

I bone one night, no hug ups

I take this cash, all one up

One phone, one line all summer

One take on life, can't fuck up

I bone one night, no hug ups

I take this cash, all one up

All this losing sight shit, that's bullshit, fam

Mans winnin' out here