Bright summer sky with my eyes on time,
Welcome to organized crime
They call me spy, wonder why cos you y'all die by summer
Type of life a nigga kill or go to jail for
In the heat of the summer,
Be my mother lover
Hot where i'm from, the newscasters don't come
Summer never bummer, till its autumn
10 chains i done copped em for the summer
She still don't know i made sarah to strangle her
Sitting in my chair relaxing in the sun
Only fear death when you staring down a loaded gun
Live your life or fold under that cruel summer
Too late now we're friends, i surely prefer
So my cup is full, too much pain to fight
Like the chimes on a warm summer night
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