survive the summer

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I’m just tryna survive the summer Rug rattin, cash grabbin 9 to 5 fine citizen 5 to 9 slugger Just got a brand new arm tat from my brother Putting eggs in different baskets Piss poor peter rabbit running through dingy city subway tunnels Dashing from responsibilities to bad habits Can’t let my life get too lavish Tastes like trouble If you got no dough to send can’t spend it on baby oil n sex trafficking That’s on the real though So no cackling, that’s shits really happening Wrapping around like vines to violent crimes, the styles they be rapping in All these rich rappers on the fumble We all crumple our nose to the shit in the air, but still some money from somewhere lights up some jasmine in the room where it happens, it’s under the rug now (uptown) Yall can yap your traps I’m not clapping All the shat you spat is straight rubble I will still be staying a trap king When I treat a woman like I’d treat my mother Mother fucker Im that kid on the block But not for long My teens are almost gone Shabbat shalom But I got my home My maggots and fuckers So at dinner imma gatsby this place down Til the last supper But that man didn’t wear a trucker Hat slapped backwards no this the modern mastery of living fast and dangerously, the best from the west to the east egg, G I’m just tryna survive the day, leave my worries Im chilling in a lake, fuck chlorine never wondering where the whores be Like bees they’re swarming Like Kenny McCormick I’ve died a hundred times Each one envisioning more villainy my vision on ability I see myself in infamy it’s corny but it’s right Nevermind For now we’re seeking jobs up on the side My boy drive ninety five miles to Rhode Island, doing business in watch hill, cleaning the driveways, I stay hometown grinding then day turns to night n we light up in my basement it’s eight ball n ape shit Just tryna survive the summer Over bad acting and sad sacking Some boy play hot girl bummer by black bear imma slap him It might happen I’m just tryna survive the summer Up and comer with so many blunders blinders off my eyes now I can find the thunder it’s just under Neath in the basket Piss poor Peter rabbit turning leaves over til he has it Wandering wondering pondering coming in hot But he doesn’t plan shit It’s just gotta happen you can never map it out Life is too short to spend a fourth of it crashing out I got a mikes lime in my right hand bong in the other Dongalong in my pants just bought a new color From a long shot pass going fast at the basket I’m sittin in the sun on the porch just basking That’s all I’m asking For, its a chore to cramp passion into your core At a quarter to 4:00, I’m arranging an outrageously straight row of jays just waiting n salivating for 35 minutes more With patient n grace I smoke em straight to the face Better hope it was sativa or ill be snoring n napping Or my torrent of madness might catch a porous and ratchet ass in the mood for a battering blood bath splattering, so dastardly Gotta visit the family Gotta pivot to the better me The one that washes dishes after dinner n doesn’t smell like weed And by the end I’ll wonder if living inauthentically is better than in ecstasy Let this song remember to remind me not to overthink I think im over it Roly-poly between the addict and the sober shit I’m letting go I’m hitting all of those and one of this I’m in control I do my shit deliberate That’s what I gotta know gotta manifest it with my lips I manifest it in my rips It’s in my chest and in my ribs The chalk outline of my depression But it’s done up in resin Phantom bitch imma hunt her Yeah she’s running from the summer she won’t survive, no Imma track her down and gun her In my Stetson Get my steps in Get aggressive when it’s necessary that’s the biggest lesson That I’ve learned Spend the summer Gaining muscle and nerve Laying down words over tracks and shit We were too fast and rash before like Braxton hicks Getting drunk in the burbs We go relax a bit

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