Lil Wayne - Dear Summer lyrics

Dear summer
Yeah, suffix people, you know, you, you
You already, yeah, come on
Kickin rocks on the block tellin
All the old g's i be coming for your spot
When your not looking
Hot cooking momma got it on the kitchen table
I thank god we were always able to
Get the leather couch, big screen, cable too
Nintendo when good grades came through

Then the cooked k's came through
Some soft some stepped on but we kept on
And I slept with the work
Plenty nights thought I hеard
Niggas coming thought I saw
The cop lights but
I was dreaming, then I wokе
The junkies was still feenin
N I had coke so I had hope
U may say that is wrong
But I ain't talkin to ya child
I'm talkin to this song
I'm just doing the walk down memory lane
If I crash just pick up my brain
And yes, my nikkas the same
But they quicker to bang
And if they do then I'm the nikka u blame
So I shoot first anyway
And I would do the honors anyday
And tell your honor he a bitch to his face
And whip through the state like
I whip through the a
Show ya ass how to take 4 and get 8

And it don't take 4 nikkas to get straight
The only hot boy even off this plate
Young weezy baby, that's what ya bitch say
Give her ass a location and a template
Show her how to work the innerstate
Stop working with that thinner weight
Get ya breaks fixed
Stop playin, cause all we know is gunplay
Trip while you full and my clip gon be empty
When the stomachs get
Empty anythings tempting

Ain't nobody safe when it's
For the kid's sake
Hurricane wipe the south like a earthquake
We tryna save face but we ain't got a place
To stay, so they made us evacuate
We on our way pussies relocate
Ya'll know us
When you see us put your jewels up
Put your cars, put your clothes
Put your shoes up
It's that serious, homie, pick the news up
It wasn't good nikka
Think about the hood nikka
The people who ain't, never had shit
Ain't gon neva have shit
Bullshit cause they still gon try to manage
Nikkas doin anything
Like god gon understand them
But please understand us
Nikkas with money lost mansions

Nikkas with nothing lost families
Lives lost in traffic, water up to the attic
There goes the stashes
But a nikka got passion
Even though the bounce back
Seeming like magic
Shit, but call me sick freak
Watch how I turn one k to a hundred g's
Yeah, dear summer, summer breeze

Summer please know I live for ya
Throw on the wifebeater
Let back the lid for ya
A few years I prolly hear from ya
But now I'm here for ya
I know nikkas that shed a tear for ya
Behind bars tryna get to ya
They prolly never see ya
It's that real talk if you
Ever heard it homie
Shit hurt so much might have to hurt ya homie
No commercial no frontin no curve on it
No cut, tell life so what
The drought's in not only white slowed up
The weed slowed up we can't even roll up
Fuck, put a dent in the money too
But that's the last thing cause
Hustle is what we do

Hustle with what, how we getting on
Where he sittin at, what he sittin on
Stand up if you know it's true
The end of the world comin'
And my city the proof
There, and this is after disaster
This ain't rap dis a recap
Stepping off the g4 still strapped

Bust ya head in the air that's a skycap
Have my car pick me up where I arrive at
Drop the work off cause it don't
Go where I reside at
Garbage bags filled up with dollas
Dead presidents, gotta dump the bodies
Birdman, as long as we gon eat
Then everyone eat off me
Feet off ground, fingers to the stars, reach

And I'm a get death through these balls
Believe me i'm down for the cause, even
When everything paused i proceeded
I'm a leader, meet the son of jacida
Fuck the world not the people, there