Summer Blues (feat. Wade Brown)

Ayy, first Daft Punk break up, now every day I wake up Ayy, first Daft Punk break up, now every day I wake up Ayy, bitch, bitch Motherfucker, I'm back in my bag Back of my arrogant brass shit, I was stackin' this cash Laughin' but rather be mad rich, I was down on my last Shorty packed all of her bags quick, and now a happy home Then turned to my bachelor pad Bitch, I got my mind on better things than a bride and wedding rings And I prayed to see my mom just one more time But she never came I'm on my grind like a nigga that got no job And that applies to everything On the rise, you a lie if you said I changed my Stomach is rumblin', hunger will never be fed I knew I was better, I tried to be humble instead I turned to the monster I thought was up under my bed I only got brothers, the friends that I wanted are dead The woes of my life got me caught in this web Like Drake, I choose to either think with my heart or my head Dog, I got too use to mimosas and palm trees Not from Detroit, but look how Jalen rose from the concrete I was just in L.A., on Melrose and on Long Beach I see niggas with fast cars and bitches with blonde weaves My head's spinnin', mad cause I keep raisin' the bar I feel like I'm deadliftin', speak in code like drug dealers Whenever fans listenin', I peep the effort from niggas But I ain't impressed with em', my mom in heaven Like Jordan 11s, I'm bred different Acknowledge for record shit, why don't I get no recognition I ride with the windows down like I need a technician Sometimes I need to speak my mind Lay it all out on the table Just to keep my mind stable, alright Lil' bitch, you must've forgot I'm nice, be honest Like I ain't twice as polished, nights I jotted Diabolic type of knowledge, itchin' to leave these mics demolished OGs acknowledge, me is solid, you can see I got it Walkin' cross stages, certified and ain't completed college That's the humble truth, who is half of you frontin' to I don't drink, but every bar contains a glass of 100 proof Don't you slack or get comfortable, get back when we comin' through My team is national, but ain't no cap with these W's I'm watchin' tons of you niggas I tend to speak in figurative statements Eat a dick if you hatin', I pick your bitches my favorite She got my shit on her playlist, I'm too sharp with this talkin I make her skip, now you bail us, you need to quit commentatin I love women and payments, I'm the one So if you a nine, then you a ten if we datin I don't beef with a soul, my only enemy's Satan I don't combat with mortals, too scorpion to be jaded I tell her, baby, I got juice by the jug That you gon' love a lot, but I'm nothin' like your ex-men Whether you drink from this jug or not, this game is shaded and fake Observe the landscape, niggas always beefin' over green The burgers plant-based, ain't been out in months Shows how antisocial I been, and I'll never be trumped But if I don't got your vote, well, bye then That's wordplay, not endorsement, I can see with my wisdom It don't matter who's in office, I don't believe in the system Them laws ain't meant to be equal, look, kids, they will be deceitful But don't listen when they teach you that melanin is illegal They say life is a movie, they try to lead in the scenes With the original people, but we still live through each sequel F*ck you mean, bitch Sometimes I need to speak my mind Lay it all out on the table Just to keep my mind stable, alright Ayy, ayy, this goes out to you It's that time, you know And you ain't see what time it is Niggas know my body, it's a fact This goes out to you, I'm taxin' all you niggas And you know it's a fact And you, everything must go Including you fourth-ass niggas Yeah, I'm givin' out flowers and invoices all year, nigga Don't text me, email me, nigga Matter of fact, email Cody, f*ck is you talkin' about Bitch