Dear Summer Sister

Dear Summer, I know you gon' miss me
For we been together like Nike Airs and crisp tees
S dots with polo fleeces
Purple label shit with the logo secretGimme couple years, shit, I might just sneak in
A couple words and like peaches and herb
We'll be reunited and it feels so hood
Have the whole world saying, "How you still so good?"Well, I do, this in my slumber summer
I ain't none of these half-assed newcomers
You know how I do Summer, I drop heat when you bring the sun up
The combo make niggaz act up, I pick the gun upNiggaz back up, they know I'm not no fronter
I don't talk shit, I just flip it, ya
Sorry Lance, I'm just trying to advance my quotes
I ain't making you the butt of my jokesBut let's not stray from what I came to say
To my beloved, think we need sometime away
They say if you love it, you should let it out its cage
And fuck it, if it comes back you know it's there to stayIt's tugging at my heart but this time apart is needed
From the public, who should've gave me the Pulitz'
Instead gave me they ass to kiss
But you know me, thugging 'til the casket dipsBut still shine light down on all my peers
I know they weird some queer, I still want them to share
And all the success I received, I know you can't believe
I still love 'em but they don't love meThey like the drunk uncle in your family
You know they lame, you feel ashamed
But you love 'em the same
It's like when niggaz make subliminal recordsIf it ain't directed directly at me, I don't respect it
You don't really want it with Hov for the record
I put a couple careers on hold, you could be next kid
Keep entering the danger zoneYou gon' make that boy Hov put your name in a song
If you that hungry for fame, motherfucker, c'mon
Say when take ten paces and spin
But on another note, 'bout to take another vaca'On another boat, goddamn a motherfucker rode
His way out the hood and I pray that I stay out for good
But any day you know a nigga could try and play
Like he Suge then I gotta play like Dutch SchultzYou pass the dutchie, I blast you, trust me
Niggaz can't fuck with me
I'm in a good mood, you lucky, I got a good groove
And I ain't trying to fuck my thing upBut I will lay down a couple green bucks, get you cleaned up
Now, I'm 'Pulp Fiction', Colt four-fifth and
Young niggaz that blast for me(blasphemy), no religionListen here, Summer baby, I just believe it's the right thing to do
I got a brand new bitch, corporate America
She showing me a lot of action right nowAnd I know you put me on my feet and all
But I mean, it's time for me to grow
You gotta let me go, baby, you gotta let me goI'm done for now so one for now
Possibly forever, we had fun together
But like all good things, we must come to an end
Please show the same love to my friends, dear Summer