One Summer

Quincy, tell 'em One phone, one line all summer One take on life, can't f*ck up One take on life, can't f*ck up This that Michael Owen, '96 'til '02 Gettin' packs for a mission for a '42 They just dog food, I be soul food, ah And this is way before I sold food Bitches fuckin' up my whole mood Tellin' me I'm so rude I tell 'em I ain't regular Tell 'em I'm a cold dude You don't get far in life bein' nice 'Cause if people, yeah, they feeble, yeah, they evil They don't want a real come up Trappin' 'til it's sun up Lappy with a copper Never home for supper Mist in the every days Been like four summers Balenciaga runners Still I do the run up I watch real jiggers make it, then they plummet We have meetings with the bruddas like a summit They lookin' for attention, bro, just burnin' We got a lot to lose, I'm consistent with the onions Breakin' dem without the tears Breakin' bread with all my peers Panicked couple times but you know, it's only God I fear 'Cause I bleed like you, bleed Only I'm in seventh gear I got Calvins on my underwear No, literally, I got that Calvin in my underwear And they shifty, you know, I don't get no funds to scare Officers askin' if I got the gear Sorry constable, I got difficulties, I can't hear And the cloth they made me from, yeah, it's kinda rare And the cloth they made me from, yeah, it's kinda rare Uh, and it's kinda rare Uh, oh yeah, and it's kinda rare One phone, one line all summer One take on life, can't f*ck up I bone one night, no hug ups I take this cash, all one up One phone, one line all summer One take on life, can't f*ck up I bone one night, no hug ups I take this cash, all one up I don't really care about a postcode Ask RB, I get them packs sold Any size, I bag those Every time my bag close Lifestyle private, I ain't got a brag bro 'Cause braggin' what they always do Contemplatin' on a half a food Should I shot it? Should I stop it? And this shot is for a fashion nigga, points to prove Now we ain't got points to lose Just reuse in this life of sin Little jiggers runnin' 'round puttin' knife to skin Goin' school up in the mornin', readin' Mice of Men Grab the re and get the price on them Comin' to the table, bring a slice, my friend And they do it for the net, yeah, they want a trend And I do it for the dunga, I got guap to spend All these headers really made us all from boys to men Yeah, boys to men We ain't talkin' boy bands Hit him in his vehicle, joy hands I know acts that do it point-blank We're all just little fishes in this whole tank But me, I'm a lion in this jungle Ah, Huncho, yeah, I gotta eat Ah, and my brothers, yeah, they lions too They claimin' that they know me, but they envy me One phone, one line all summer One take on life, can't f*ck up I bone one night, no hug ups I take this cash, all one up One phone, one line all summer One take on life, can't f*ck up I bone one night, no hug ups I take this cash, all one up All this losing sight shit, that's bullshit fam Mans winnin' out here