Lyrics:
and the gun in the store
and ignore temptation, sent by the nation
Racial gain causes pain; need a new rep
In your hearts and minds never forget Yusef
Hawkins
Who’d of thought I’d grow my own great branch, ha, hence
Trust The Process, that’s a fuckin squad flex
I was just a hot mess, till the Summer 2020
That
way I ride through the
Cruising down the Deegan as I ride through the "X"
I'm originally from Yonkers RIP DMX
Hot 97 full blast sitting heavy like Flex
wasn't so great
When I used to run the street with miss-matched socks
And the summer of 1984 was hot
The jams in the park were really dope
And the girls
remember all the fun, all the drama on a hot summer night that's right,
I remember we would cruse around, ready for some shhh to go down,
I remember like
remember all the fun, all the drama on a hot summer night that's right,
I remember we would cruse around, ready for some shhh to go down,
I remember like
doe
Mid summer hot but these cliques stay cold
Click click
Thoughts on how I got got
Now I want a glock
Watch your cards
Know when to fold
Lock your
like Nintendo
Clip hold 30 Extendo
Balling space jam Im moon walking like its mission Apollo
Did it just by myself I’m a heck of a fellow
Make my own
Scrolling down through my phone
Tryna call you out for dinner in the winter
Candy canes and provolone
Witchu by my side people call me Mr. Winner
this shit
Nothing but clout chasing mixed with women HELLA lit
Tommy surveying the scene
Realize Danny the fiend posted by bar, fantasize bout getting
and the gun in the store
and ignore temptation, sent by the nation
Racial gain causes pain; need a new rep
In your hearts and minds never forget Yusef
Hawkins
As we spring back to the past, it was all happening fast
We glorified coke and smoking crack in a glass
When b-boys danced to the latest jam
You could
from the front
She spot me like paparazzi
Shot me a glance in that Catwoman stance
With the fat booty pants, hot damn
What's your name, love? Where
from the front
She spot me like paparazzi
Shot me a glance in that Catwoman stance
With the fat booty pants, hot damn
What's your name, love? Where
just start again
We gonna take it to the streets on the Equinox
Summer Jams comin out yo Speaker box
Yo this ain't a yard sale, but we'll clean yo clocks
rolling by my side
And she don't need no stylist
Truey jeans, bread in my pocket
Hands on my dick
Girl like a dream, hot like a rocket
And she trying to hit
on my cell phone
She was at a club but she was by her self though
Sipping on a Bombay, telling me to drop by
I could be her hot date, Jiggy in the spot
she's the boss
All I needed was my ketchup, and my hot sauce
and my, cornbread, now I'm, ready to dig in
Pick the meat off the bone, and then I ate
hot, to the stars at 12 o' clock
Lay back relax let me take you through the motions,
My genie in a bottle as I rub you with the lotion,
By the ocean,
covered in water
You can play and act dumb if you wanna
I can get yo ass whacced for a quarter
Bet them bullets be hot like the summer
Got the Glocc that
I'm
Freaky like can man the truth be told
The whole industry is a damn scam
Ran by pricks with big heads
Like a NBA jam man
Im the Sand Man, You a Lack,
The best time's the summer time,
that's cruisin part
by the end I done
Went to every amusement park
and I'm about tellin you to just let Swel be
I have my
on
Eating Bon Ton cheese popcorn, hummin a KISS rock song
Socks long to my knees
Summer breeze runnin through the leaves
Playin freeze tag, can I stay out,
turn cold when it's hot in the summer
Since seven I been daydream, drivin' in a Hummer
Throwin' hundreds out the window to my kinfolks
Sippin' Hen-o,
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