[Verse 1] Black heat on the streets of desire Some got rich and some got priors My dogs got barbed wires And steal cars with pliers Wanna see more and be more like the wire Liveier Com from the city of Chi But its never quiet, huh This is the noise of suppliers, and buyers Gang bangers that should've retired Food from deep fryers I'm getting high thinking how to reach higher Bald but these broads is my Delilah Samsung pictures, Mos spit scriptures Shorties hold liquor Flows get richer It gets thick like my bros little sister Hormones got em thinking quicker Pure souls that become boa constrictors Mixed up like elixirs Trigger happy in the midst of Summer Madness
[Hook] Is the fire In your eyes Cause you're missing all the sights Its gonna be alright
[Verse 2] Its summertime Niggas bring the heat out Gun talk is how summer start to speak out Shorties bear arms cause don't nobody reach out Young frames leak out Aunties freak out The front porch is sorta like the beach house Niggas running bases with their cleats out Every week now I'm getting texts about death Leaving me out of breath I gotta step to the stairway to heaven It started on 87 Barack was playing sermons riding Reverend Clay Evans I never really took it in like them youngsters Its how I looked at them Maybe I should look again Cause death and prison sentences ain't how their book should end When you go outside you still gotta look within You can't stare em straight cause they keep a crooked grin I hate to say its fate look at what could've been
[Hook] Its gonna be alrightTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
