Meek Mill, Lil’ Snupe, All Steezy - Summertime lyrics
Meek Mill [Robert Rihmeek Williams] Philadelphia, Pennsylvania, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Meek Mill, Lil’ Snupe, All Steezy - Summertime lyrics]
RIP to all the young niggas
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
Ain't no love in the summertime
Where young niggas dying for a
Pair of number nine
Jordans, They got it scorching
On the other side
Ever see a nigga 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 nigga out there swimming
With the great whites
Cops always shining on me like a stage light
It wasn't no time for stage fright
Niggas busting
Medics rushing clearing the scene
Young niggas was dying boy I
Pray it's never my team
So we out here strapping
Before this rapping I was trapping
I'm talking middle of summer when niggas
Get put in caskets oh!
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 swear
It's 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
Nigga If I could go back
I wouldn't rewind shit
I started taking over niggas got behind quick
Then friends started switching
Bitches start acting different
But I can't get off my mission
Guess it's just my ambition
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
Ain't no love in the summertime
Where young niggas dying for a
Pair of number nine
Jordans, They got it scorching
On the other side
Ever see a nigga 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 nigga out there swimming
With the great whites
Cops always shining on me like a stage light
It wasn't no time for stage fright
Niggas busting
Medics rushing clearing the scene
Young niggas was dying boy I
Pray it's never my team
So we out here strapping
Before this rapping I was trapping
I'm talking middle of summer when niggas
Get put in caskets oh!
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 swear
It's 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
Nigga If I could go back
I wouldn't rewind shit
I started taking over niggas got behind quick
Then friends started switching
Bitches start acting different
But I can't get off my mission
Guess it's just my ambition