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j.real hip hop - end of summer freestyle lyrics

whoooohoohoohoohoo
hawaiian shirts & digimon sandals
hype-indie shit
(shout out to chuck inglish)

[verse 1]

diverse verses, die first verses my first hits/
life worsens when i disperse fists, does this purse fit? b-tch!/
faces switch like andy serkis, going ape shit and a circus/
the elephant in the room is working/
yo! what matches perfect? bring fire to these matches per flick!/
don’t say i burnt it, just had my creme brulee’d/
if that ain’t sweet, then just dessert me/
rockin’ with my fellas’ on a freeway screamin’ ‘early’!/ (nah, bring the beat back)

[break]

[gucci mane: adlib]
can you give some brain in the front seat of the hummer?/

(all summer, all summer, all summer, all summer baby
all summer, all f-ckin’ summer, all summer…)

can you give some brain in the front seat of the hummer?/

[verse 2]

i had, 6 or 7 women in my room, all summer/
servin’ d-ck, super-lover! man my style was dumb & dumber!/
gotta go! gotta run it! gotta get back to the money!/
gotta get back to the art! going back to being hungry!/
livin’ like f-ck a cop, i want my bok choy/
all in the mirror like, ‘d-mn, what a beautiful black boy’!/
what’s the plan of attack dog, they got their attack dog/
and as long as i’m black it’s like they planned to attack dogs/
my summer was b-mmy, i lost two my homies/
and my uncle just died early tuesday morning/
i think i might loose grandmama! lord are you sending a warning?/
i need a plan to escape, put out a tape & start duckin’!/
2016 summer gon’ be cali, b-tches and hummers!/
me & my brothers i run with buggin’ like q-tip and cudi/
i mean it, i seen it, i was dreamin’ on a sunday/
had the meanest angelina with some cleavage on a runway…/

[verse 3]

i think i might die today/
the city is k!lling us, and soon it might find a way/
imma get high today, you know, i don’t even smoke/
but imma call devanny, and we just gone fly away/
we just gone fly away, we just gone fly away/
imma hit you up and baby we just gone fly away/
i’ll touch the sky today, either from the piff or a pistol/
and the government hate us, it ain’t a myth they got missles/
i had a cabbie aim his gat at me from his taxi/
he really tried to clap me! was an -ss-ssin in that backseat?/
d-mn, why they gotta hate my black skin?/
so much fear cause i’m african!/
i’ve got gold in my soul, behold when i’m tapped in/
don’t want me playing in they’re lane/
balling just the same, rather gutters for my reign/
’til i bowled enough to catch the pin!/
you drooling while you sleeping on me cousin, need a nap kin?/
satan’s creeping on me, like a masked man!/
homie tried to rob a store, 5-0 had to blast him!/
i need an escape from this maze that i’m trapped in/
i feel like dylan o’brian, fighting my way to zion/
block so hot, that it’s frying…us/

hook [2xs]

cover your eyes, cover your ears/
just try to love yourself/
deny what you see, deny what you hear/
believe you can love yourself/
cause they won’t love you (no, no)/
they don’t love you (no, no, no)/
they don’t love you/
only you can love you!/

[verse 4]

so basically i was just riding home from work
right there on n. peters st. right there by the h&m
in the french quarter and i’m like looking to my left
and there’s like a cabbie with a silver pistol aimed low
under the p-ssenger’s seat, like he had his arm extended out
from the driver’s seat, under the p-ssengers seat
he was like, like a middle eastern kind of guy
kind of heavy-set with a cigar in his mouth
i really thought he was an -ss-ssin, i thought he was like was
trying to k!ll me for real
cause he just tried to like…like he was aiming a gun at me
like to shoot me on my bike, and i just took off
i just like f-cking took off until i found a cop…
but he didn’t help, so f-ck it

summer time, everybody feel it in the summer time/
stunning how we feel it, we need healing in the summer time/
gunning, they be busting, blood pumping in the summer time/
only a matter of time before i make ’em run from mine/
runny eyes, crying hoping i don’t have a son of mine/
let him know it, we were never made under one design/
f-ck it, imma hustle, get my money, then i’ll stunt & shine/
grinding even though my daily struggle’s getting undermined/
(repeat 1x)
jesus, f-cking paranoid i be thinking/
f-cking paranoid, i be sleeping/
f-cking paranoid, i be dreaming/
f-cking paranoid, i’ll be leaving, see you in the evening/ (good afternoon)

[hook]

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