Dear Summer

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-Slim baby ride rims through the suburbs. -Nigga's got a problem, yo Slim.

Ayo Slim, it's about time you dropped us something exclusive, homie.

I remember when I had no interview, and no place to go.

People looking, but never cared enough to try to know who I was.

Till I created myself a little buzz.

Now I'm on and the same people claim things different. But when they get down and I look around, I notice I'm disappearing.

Don't believe me? Try it for an experiment.

And you'll see.

People ain't cracked up to be, what they reckon they're supposed to be.

But it don't matter to me.

'Cause I'ma do what I gotta do.

Only the strong survive. I wasn't raised to be a fool.

Try to play me, we'll collide.

I try, hard to get by.

Free of misery and strife, 'cause I don't need it in my life.

As summers come and go, I'll be here to let you know.

Through it all I'ma hold it down.

I'm gonna be around.

I'm not going nowhere.

I'm gonna be around, for real. I'm gonna be around.

I'm not going nowhere. I'm gonna be around.

I'm gonna be around.

Singing the same song, all the while I'm falling in the same zone.

Haters out to get me, so my anger in the same tone. The road I walk was probably wrong, but still

I stayed gone. Fighting for my team without a chance to get the name known.

And it was hard for me to make it as a broke nigga.

Couple hundred dollars graduated to a joke nigga. And even still I kept my hope high.

Spitting with my soul and watched them laugh as they would go by.

But now it's official, the tables turned, I got my weight up.

And the homies I was kicking with proceed to get their hate up. And it ain't in the open, it's behind my back.

They don't wanna fuck up their chance to be a part of my stacks.

Like I'm a damn fool, but money don't make me. My nigga I'm deeper than rap.

I see right through you niggas, know that I'm right on your track. See everybody think a nigga be balling or something.

And they ain't nowhere to be found if I fall into something.

It kinda hurt to see the ones you love so quick to diss you.

My baby mama say don't call if it ain't beneficial. Ain't that a bitch, I been supporting since the early days.

And it's my fault I shared a future with your greedy ways.

Some of you niggas get the same. Hanging around Dre because they thought about the fame.

All they thinking about the ice and how these boppers know my name.

Whatever way it be, the truth and that's a damn shame