Dear Summer
I know you gon' miss me
˜Fore we been together like Nike Airs and Cris' Teas
S Dots with Polo fleeces
Purple label shit with the logo secret
Gimme couple years shit I might just sneak in
A couple words in like peaches ˜n' herb
We be reunited and it feels so hood
While the whole world saying how you smell so good
Well I do this in my slumber Summer
I ain't none of these half-ass newcomers You know how I do Summer
I drop heat while you bring da sun up
The combo make niggaz act up I'll pick a gunner
Niggaz back up they know I'm not no fronter
I don't talk shit I just flip it un' ya
Sorry Lance I'm just tryna advance my quotes
I ain't makin' you the butt of my jokes
Well let's not spray for what I came to say
The momma love it
Think he needs some time away
They say if you love it, then you should let it out its cage
And fuck it then comes back you know its there to stay
It's tuggin', at my heart but this time my power is needed
From the public dat shouldn't gave me the public
Stank they need a ass to kiss
But you know me thuggin' ˜til da casket dense
Still shine light down on all my peers
I know they where
Some queer I still want them to share
And all the success I receive
I know you can't believe
I still love ˜em but they don't love me
They light the drunk over with ya family
You know they lame, you feel ashamed
But you love ˜em the same
It's like when niggaz make subliminal records
If it ain't the record directly it mean œI don't respect it?
You don't really want it with HOV
For the record, I put a couple careers on hold
Cook the next kid
Keep entering the danger zone
Gon' make that boy HOV put ya name in a song
If you dat hungry for fame muthafucka c'mon
Same win, take 10 pages and sand it
But on another note
˜Bout to take another Vaca'
On another boat
Goddamn a muthafucka road his way out the hood
And I pray that I stay out for good
But any day you know a nigga could
Try to play like Suge
Then I gotta play like dutch shush
You pass the dutchy I'll blast you trust me
Niggaz can't fuck wit' me
I'm in a good mood
I got a good groove
And I ain't tryna fuck my finger
But I will lay down a couple green bucks get you cleaned up
Naw I'm Pulp-Fiction, coke 4-5thin'
Young niggaz dat blast at me, no religion

Listen hear Summer baby
I just believe it's the right thing to do
I got a brand-new rich corporate America
Ya showin' me a lotta action right now
And I know you put me on my feet and all but
I mean, it's time for me to grow
You gotta let me go baby
You gotta let me go

I'm done for now, so one for now
Possibly forever we had fun together
But like all good things, we must come to an end
Please show the same love to my friends
Dear Summer