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R.I.P to all the young n***as that couldn't make it here
Ain't no love in the summertime
I'm kinda hot right now
I think I'll let the clock wind down
We must've hit the finish line
Cause ain't no love in the summertime (x7)
Ain't no love in the summertime
Where young n***as dying for a pair of number nine
Jordans, They got it scorching on the other side
Ever see a n***a get murdered and see his mother cry
Prolly one of the reasons I never cried
Trying to ball for a hundred summers and never die
Last time I seen my daddy I had to tell him bye
Rolling down in the ground mama couldn't tell me why
So I was on the corner all them late nights
Young n***a out there swimming with the great whites
Cops always shining on me like a stage light
There was no time for stage fright
n***as bustle, medics rushing clearing the scene
Young n***as was dying boy I pray its never my team
So we out here strapping
Before this rapping I was trapping
I'm talking middle of summer when n***as get put in caskets oh!
I'm kinda hot right now
I think I'll let the clock wind down
We must've hit the finish line
Cause ain't no love in the summertime (x7)
My momma had me young and my daddy he was gone to the pen
So I grew up thuggin' with my friends chasing ends
Hopefully sit in a Benz
Rapping just what I live no need to pretend
I been outchea long, daddy he was gone
And what's crazy about that I don't know when he coming home
But that don't stop shit I still be in my fucking zone
I've been the king of this shit give me my motherfucking throne
n***a If I could go back I wouldn't rewind shit
I started taking over n***as got behind quick
Then friends started switching bitches start acting different
But I can't get off my mission guess its just my ambition
I'm kinda hot right now
I think I'll let the clock wind down
We must've hit the finish line
Cause ain't no love in the summertime (x7)
