That damier bag i bought her
I left for one summer,
I guess it's that time of the season
I hit your block and we can box for fun
The mirror's screaming at me saying i'm emmi lola's son
Screw a 3-peat , i want it every single season
How simple they are
Spring, fall, winter, and summer
Smoking weed hazy still crazy but gain a kg in the summer
It's not a figure of speech when i tell you that i dumped her
In the heat of the summer,
My records sell, yes sir
Rap sheet was as long as a sudanese brother
Live your life or fold under that cruel summer
Action packed nipple squeezin', boy colder than sniffle season.
The people scared of annihilation when kingdom come
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