End Of Summer Freestyle
By J.ReaL Hip Hop
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Whoooohoohoohoohoo
Hawaiian shirts & Digimon sandals
Hype-Indie shit
(Shout out to Chuck Inglish)
[Verse 1]
Diverse verses, die first verses my first hits/
Life worsens when I disperse fists, does this purse fit? Bitch!/
Faces switch like Andy Serkis, going ape shit AND a circus/
The Elephant in the room is working/
Yo! What matches perfect? Bring fire to these matches per flick!/
Don't say I burnt it, just had my creme brulee'd/
If that ain't sweet, then just dessert me/
Rockin' with my fellas' on a Freeway screamin' 'early'!/ (Nah, bring the beat back)
[Break]
[Gucci Mane: Adlib]
Can you give some brain in the front seat of the Hummer?/
(All summer, all summer, all summer, all summer baby
All summer, all fuckin' summer, all summer...)
Can you give some brain in the front seat of the Hummer?/
[Verse 2]
I had, 6 or 7 women in my room, all summer/
Servin' dick, super-lover! Man my style was dumb & dumber!/
Gotta go! Gotta run it! Gotta get back to the money!/
Gotta get back to the art! Going back to being hungry!/
Livin' like fuck a cop, I want my bok choy/
All in the mirror like, 'Damn, what a beautiful black boy'!/
What's the plan of attack dog, they got their attack dog/
And as long as I'm black it's like they planned to attack dogs/
My summer was bummy, I lost two my homies/
And my Uncle just died early Tuesday morning/
I think I might loose Grandmama! Lord are you sending a warning?/
I need a plan to escape, put out a tape & start duckin'!/
2016 summer gon' be Cali, bitches and Hummers!/
Me & my brothers I run with buggin' like Q-Tip and Cudi/
I mean it, I seen it, I was dreamin' on a Sunday/
Had the meanest Angelina with some cleavage on a runway.../
[Verse 3]
I think I might die today/
The city is killing us, and soon it might find a way/
Imma get high today, you know, I don't even smoke/
But Imma call Devanny, and we just gone fly away/
We just gone fly away, we just gone fly away/
Imma hit you up and baby we just gone fly away/
I'll touch the sky today, either from the piff or a pistol/
And the government hate us, it ain't a myth they got missles/
I had a cabbie aim his gat at me from his taxi/
He really tried to clap me! Was an assassin in that backseat?/
Damn, why they gotta hate my black skin?/
So much fear cause I'm African!/
I've got gold in my soul, behold when I'm tapped in/
Don't want me playing in they're lane/
Balling just the same, rather gutters for my reign/
'til I bowled enough to catch the pin!/
You drooling while you sleeping on me cousin, need a nap kin?/
Satan's creeping on me, like a masked man!/
Homie tried to rob a store, 5-0 had to blast him!/
I need an escape from this maze that I'm trapped in/
I feel like Dylan O'Brian, fighting my way to Zion/
Block so hot, that it's frying...us/
Hook [2xs]
Cover your eyes, cover your ears/
Just try to love yourself/
Deny what you see, deny what you hear/
Believe you can love yourself/
Cause they won't love you (no, no)/
They don't love you (no, no, no)/
They don't love you/
Only you can love you!/
[Verse 4]
So basically I was just riding home from work
Right there on N. Peters St. right there by the H&M
In the French Quarter and I'm like looking to my left
And there's like a cabbie with a silver pistol aimed low
Under the passenger's seat, like he had his arm extended out
From the driver's seat, under the passengers seat
He was like, like a Middle Eastern kind of guy
Kind of heavy-set with a cigar in his mouth
I really thought he was an assassin, I thought he was like was
Trying to kill me for real
Cause he just tried to like...like he was aiming a gun at me
Like to shoot me on my bike, and I just took off
I just like fucking took off until I found a cop...
But he didn't help, so fuck it
Summer time, everybody feel it in the summer time/
Stunning how we feel it, we need healing in the summer time/
Gunning, they be busting, blood pumping in the summer time/
Only a matter of time before I make 'em run from mine/
Runny eyes, crying hoping I don't have a son of mine/
Let him know it, we were never made under one design/
Fuck it, Imma hustle, get my money, then I'll stunt & shine/
Grinding even though my daily struggle's getting undermined/
(Repeat 1x)
Jesus, fucking paranoid I be thinking/
Fucking paranoid, I be sleeping/
Fucking paranoid, I be dreaming/
Fucking paranoid, I'll be leaving, see you in the evening/ (Good afternoon)
[Hook]
Hawaiian shirts & Digimon sandals
Hype-Indie shit
(Shout out to Chuck Inglish)
[Verse 1]
Diverse verses, die first verses my first hits/
Life worsens when I disperse fists, does this purse fit? Bitch!/
Faces switch like Andy Serkis, going ape shit AND a circus/
The Elephant in the room is working/
Yo! What matches perfect? Bring fire to these matches per flick!/
Don't say I burnt it, just had my creme brulee'd/
If that ain't sweet, then just dessert me/
Rockin' with my fellas' on a Freeway screamin' 'early'!/ (Nah, bring the beat back)
[Break]
[Gucci Mane: Adlib]
Can you give some brain in the front seat of the Hummer?/
(All summer, all summer, all summer, all summer baby
All summer, all fuckin' summer, all summer...)
Can you give some brain in the front seat of the Hummer?/
[Verse 2]
I had, 6 or 7 women in my room, all summer/
Servin' dick, super-lover! Man my style was dumb & dumber!/
Gotta go! Gotta run it! Gotta get back to the money!/
Gotta get back to the art! Going back to being hungry!/
Livin' like fuck a cop, I want my bok choy/
All in the mirror like, 'Damn, what a beautiful black boy'!/
What's the plan of attack dog, they got their attack dog/
And as long as I'm black it's like they planned to attack dogs/
My summer was bummy, I lost two my homies/
And my Uncle just died early Tuesday morning/
I think I might loose Grandmama! Lord are you sending a warning?/
I need a plan to escape, put out a tape & start duckin'!/
2016 summer gon' be Cali, bitches and Hummers!/
Me & my brothers I run with buggin' like Q-Tip and Cudi/
I mean it, I seen it, I was dreamin' on a Sunday/
Had the meanest Angelina with some cleavage on a runway.../
[Verse 3]
I think I might die today/
The city is killing us, and soon it might find a way/
Imma get high today, you know, I don't even smoke/
But Imma call Devanny, and we just gone fly away/
We just gone fly away, we just gone fly away/
Imma hit you up and baby we just gone fly away/
I'll touch the sky today, either from the piff or a pistol/
And the government hate us, it ain't a myth they got missles/
I had a cabbie aim his gat at me from his taxi/
He really tried to clap me! Was an assassin in that backseat?/
Damn, why they gotta hate my black skin?/
So much fear cause I'm African!/
I've got gold in my soul, behold when I'm tapped in/
Don't want me playing in they're lane/
Balling just the same, rather gutters for my reign/
'til I bowled enough to catch the pin!/
You drooling while you sleeping on me cousin, need a nap kin?/
Satan's creeping on me, like a masked man!/
Homie tried to rob a store, 5-0 had to blast him!/
I need an escape from this maze that I'm trapped in/
I feel like Dylan O'Brian, fighting my way to Zion/
Block so hot, that it's frying...us/
Hook [2xs]
Cover your eyes, cover your ears/
Just try to love yourself/
Deny what you see, deny what you hear/
Believe you can love yourself/
Cause they won't love you (no, no)/
They don't love you (no, no, no)/
They don't love you/
Only you can love you!/
[Verse 4]
So basically I was just riding home from work
Right there on N. Peters St. right there by the H&M
In the French Quarter and I'm like looking to my left
And there's like a cabbie with a silver pistol aimed low
Under the passenger's seat, like he had his arm extended out
From the driver's seat, under the passengers seat
He was like, like a Middle Eastern kind of guy
Kind of heavy-set with a cigar in his mouth
I really thought he was an assassin, I thought he was like was
Trying to kill me for real
Cause he just tried to like...like he was aiming a gun at me
Like to shoot me on my bike, and I just took off
I just like fucking took off until I found a cop...
But he didn't help, so fuck it
Summer time, everybody feel it in the summer time/
Stunning how we feel it, we need healing in the summer time/
Gunning, they be busting, blood pumping in the summer time/
Only a matter of time before I make 'em run from mine/
Runny eyes, crying hoping I don't have a son of mine/
Let him know it, we were never made under one design/
Fuck it, Imma hustle, get my money, then I'll stunt & shine/
Grinding even though my daily struggle's getting undermined/
(Repeat 1x)
Jesus, fucking paranoid I be thinking/
Fucking paranoid, I be sleeping/
Fucking paranoid, I be dreaming/
Fucking paranoid, I'll be leaving, see you in the evening/ (Good afternoon)
[Hook]
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