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ka - summer lyrics

[hook]
is this gon be the summer they come for me?
guns upon me, tryna put food in my young tummy
is this gon be the summer the cops get me
shots rip me, tryna push whips off lots quickly?
is this gon be the summer they come for me?
guns upon me, tryna put food in my young tummy
is this gon be the summer the cops get me
shots rip me, tryna push whips off lots swiftly?

[verse 1]
dope plots, sold rocks, hold down whole spot
go cop products slide em in front of stove top
primetime, one shot show stop
enemies come finally, it’s no shot
they blasting goons late afternoon for a road block
started clapping my lil man, was unwrapping his blow pop
shot in the face never got the taste of sour apple
strays from the trays put him down like a power tackle
mom’s unaware, son is aired in front the stairs
n-ggas walked and they seen me, now they running scared
could happen any given day that’s why i come prepared
it’s a jungle of concrete, we running on scarred feet
n-ggas dumping and pumping and jumping the don’s seat
most fall short, caught in a hard sweep
after prayer i sit quiet trying listen to god speak
we all his children why i’m feeling like a dark sheep?
for singles, we out here back biting
some entry-level positions some pack lightning
i did it all, from ball, crack, to rap writing
i played for the school of hard knocks and got a fat stipend

[hook]
is this gon be the summer they come for me?
guns upon me, tryna put food in my young tummy
is this gon be the summer the cops get me?
shots rip me, tryna push whips off lots swiftly
is this gon be the summer they come for me?
guns upon me, tryna put food in my young tummy
is this gon be the summer the cops get me
shots rip me, tryna push whips off lots swiftly?

[verse 2]
for that dollar dollar bill, f-ck who in power moving powder who i gotta k!ll?
you stupid fam, or superman if you ain’t gotta shield
they speculate you blessed with weight, that you in powders field
king’s bounty in king’s county, you ain’t gotta kneel
brooklyn owner’s juxin homes so you decide to steal
chamber’s aiming full of pain that you ain’t tryna feel
hard as felt, f-ck the cards i’m dealt, i’m out here tryna deal
roam wicked, write my own ticket, when the sign’s sealed
chrome mallet, cold palate it’s the 9mm
it’s decent though, i keep it low, i’m getting my chill
discreet talking, keep walking if you ain’t tryna build
indeed emphatic, need to have it, i’m in my prime still
illicit path, just for cash, will it last
i can’t tell, i know that time will

[hook]
is this gon be the summer they come for me?
guns upon me, tryna put food in my young tummy
is this gon be the summer the cops get me?
shots rip me, tryna push whips off lots swiftly

[outro]
i don’t know man. i’m just doing, i’m just doing my everyday thing man. my 1-2. living. word

- ka lyrics

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