XV - Dear Summer & Bonus Track lyrics

When you come up, I come in
It's like a revolving door
With this music biz
I seen you love, I'm seeing you hate
I'm seeing you love him again
But, I'm happy you that let me
Come and be your friend
Cause last year your man had
The streets on fire
But, you cheated with a dude
Who did through the wire
The only man you had that I loved retired
And this year you had some dude
Who won a fuck culture
But, I swear at the same time
You fucked with this man
Summer, maybe you the reason
Them cats ain't friends
Cause 50 had you locked in '03
Fucked his friends in '04
But Summer, that ain't the shit that I go for
You need to calm down and show me you love me
Cause whenever you come 'round shit gets ugly
Niggas be shooting cause they don't know
What to do with you
And I can't move on, I'm just so used to you
And all these little cats be hawking down you
Matter fact
Usher's Confession was talking about you
I seen you show him love, him man Lil' John
How can you do this
You supposed to be my baby's mom
Bullshit catching up, Hip-Hop mad at us
Everybody love you
Fat Joe's trying to snatch you up
Hov had Nas scared even to holla back at you
Every seven years Dre come around
And fuck with ya the past tow
The Dirty South had you
Getting crunk and stuff
I'm kinda mad at that, I'm kinda jealous
But overwhelmed at the fact that I want you
As well as every nigga that raps
Except for maybe Eminem, he got to win a lot
He even promised he could drop
Weak shit and never flop
You showed Nelly mad love
I knew that was great
Cause that means you're starting to
Spread you heart my way
If you can just give me the time of the day
And half the whole world after X-to the-V
I promise I will never leave you or
Let you stray every single day
But don't have me waiting for long, ma, c'mon
I'm taking three minutes out to
Write you a song
You can reply back, besides that
To see where your mind's at
I know you drop niggas, I mean
See where Ja's at?
But, I don't work extra hard
Just to get your heart
There's no sleeping if you let me keep it
I swear there won't be no lying or cheating
I'll open up my soul, Summer
Tell you all my secrets
Just give me your time
I know the last letter you received had
You crying and you ain't never lie
I see you kinda stingy I can
Tell by how you did Bleak
Look at his first week i mean, damn
How you gonna do bleak like that

As I head home and call it a day
I hope you think about the things that I say
It's a cruel, cruel world, ma
I know that now but, I'm the only one that
Will truly hold you down
Every single year I will come around
I did that 4 times and I'm still unsigned
Legacy in '02, The Answer in '03
Overture in '04 i ain't saying no more

They just?
Police is watching, the streets is talking
They just?

That I'm a rapper, dude
That's what they notice first
And that my rapping crew
Makes situations worse
So I can I give my view
On how you give us cues
Like we just rap, hoop
Talk loud and barbecue
Niggas don't hear the dude
They all skip the message
Too complex with my complexion, man
Get to stepping
And they don't know that I'm close to a deal
Think it's a counterfeit marker on my $5 bill
I wear my hat the the side
Roll with a couple of thugs
Bump my shit in my ride
Turn it all the way up
Call a cutie a honey, call a hoochie a ho
Middle fingers to the cops, yeah
You already know
I wear a do rag to lay down my waves
But somehow they turn that around
To I'm in a gang instead of staring
Just try to wave and say 'hi'
And keep moving
Cause I'mma do me and stay fly they just

Rappers are? killers
We got the vultures with us
We tell the world that we
Cold killers and drug dealers
I'm so ill and realer than most
Killing the flow, and still you keep feeling
The ghost spilling you
I'll be damned if I let
A nigga choose my look
You can't describe me through the
Pictures in you're rapping books
You can't allow the money stacking
In my platinum jeans
Allow you to think that you
Know me in the magazines
Just allow the scene and the songs I bring
X out the thoughts you brought and
Describe me to the V
Don't allow my status being king of
The city take your perception quickly
Cause, I'm a gentleman like Mr bentley
Sometimes I don't want to
Be bothered with talk
"And, like, how can I get on
" I just hear it too often
So when I say I'm busy
Guess I'm pleading the fifth
I bet I'll make my way to
Heaven with all of these fears