G Herbo - Summer is Cancelled Lyrics

How, how do you face Chiraq? How?
Where's my brother? How?
Bitch, we've been to war
I can't even talk that Chicago shit
I don't know nothin' about that
I know about everywhere I go, I gotta have my motherfuckin' gun, period
I know about Chi big homies
I don't call the niggas big, they ain't my big homies
Them niggas ain't never did shit but finesse me, for real
But I'm telling y'all, don't get finessed
All the shorties that wanna be 100

Come on, just think about it 'fore you kill about it (come on)
See what's really bout' it
Chill out and analyze
Tell me how you feel about it
But one thing about it, I'm really 'bout it
Did shit, ain't trip about it, think about it
But we wasn't just doin' it to anybody (nuh, uh, never)
Nigga, you don't get no points for no innocent bodies (goofy)
Pussy, you ain't even hit who you shot at (pussy)
In a jam he grabbin' a bitch to shield his body
All these new street niggas they really rotten
Same niggas ridin' around, getting high outside
Killed his bro with a smile, niggas really plottin'
Lot of niggas 2019 gettin' killed with they partnas (uh, uh)
And niggas stories mixed with they body language
Don't be adding up how they really rockin'
In a lil' pouch or something arm-reach where my Glock at (I got that)
Streets got me paranoid, what you starin' for
Pacing back and forth I'mma need you to stop that
I can turn nothin' to somethin' how you top that
If I want somethin', it's nothin' I can cop that
Humble, but you know my shit, I'll pop that
Stand up straight in the Maybach, where the top at?
I'm inspiration for niggas who trappin'
Voice for the niggas who always get shot at
I'm living proof you can get off the block
This for every hood I don't care if you not black (uh)

Even the best finessed, I got finessed
That's why I am the way I am
Don't call no motherfucker no big shit, big who? big ho, fuck

(La musica de Harry Fraud)

I been from the snake pits
To a lion's den
I was in a Benz (Benz)
Riding with my friends
Riding with FNs (FNs, uh)
Cried with my mans (real)
Lives in each other's hands, this is not pretend
I ain't playin' with emotions, I won't show my hand
Give the hustle my devotion, so I know I can (yeah)
I ain't dealing with promotion just so they know what I'm sayin'
Need the back end eight to four hours before the show when I land
I had a buck before school
Bought three bags of chips and a soda in the can (I did)
Now I'm getting 30 a show and the strip club
Just want me to show for a ten
All these millions touched my hands that's from taking chances
Ah they tellin' me I'm the man I ain't even settle in yet
Gotta get youngin' together they starve on the regular (uh)
I came from sparking competitors
my life was never no regular degular (uh)
Way before records, et cetera
I was with felons and narcotic peddlers (uh)
Tell em' just weather the weather
The longer storm then the better the grass gonna grow
We was in the middle of wars had guns on ours waists
We was selling our bags in the snow
But can't live this street life forever
It's bread or Berrettas, I keep on tellin' em
For my niggas jailin', who bitches stop reading them letters
But kept on mailin' em
Do this shit for the bottom as long as I stay on top
I'mma keep y'all relevant (uh)

For all my lil' ones, all my friends and family
Everybody I love, everybody I call blood, my people
Man, I catch y'all stupid ass out here trynna kick it on these blocks
I'm hot-poppin' out and hittin' you in your shit
If I love you, I'm hittin' you in your shit
Get that shit over with
All them hole in the walls, all that weak ass shit
Where niggas putting them calls through, texting, all that goofy shit
Man, niggas gotta play it by the rules, man
People that losin' they life for essentially shit
'Cause niggas is scared
Niggas ain't getting up, trynna hit they man
Niggas shooting from crowds and all kinda goofy shit
And I can't be a hypocrite
I can't, you know, talk about nothin' nobody doing
But all that shit is cancelled, summer is cancelled