Chuck Inglish - End Of Summer Freestyle lyrics

Whoooohoohoohoohoo Hawaiian shirts & Digimon sandals Hype-Indie sh** (Shout out to Chuck Inglish) [Verse 1] Diverse verses, die first verses my first hits/ Life worsens when I disperse fists, does this purse fit? b**h!/ Faces switch like Andy Serkis, going ape sh** AND a circus/ The Elephant in the room is working/ Yo! What matches perfect? Bring fire to these matches per flick!/ Don't say I burnt it, just had my creme brulee'd/ If that ain't sweet, then just dessert me/ Rockin' with my fellas' on a Freeway screamin' 'early'!/ (Nah, bring the beat back) [Break] [Gucci Mane: Adlib] Can you give some brain in the front seat of the Hummer?/ (All summer, all summer, all summer, all summer baby All summer, all f**in' summer, all summer...) Can you give some brain in the front seat of the Hummer?/ [Verse 2] I had, 6 or 7 women in my room, all summer/ Servin' dick, super-lover! Man my style was dumb & dumber!/ Gotta go! Gotta run it! Gotta get back to the money!/ Gotta get back to the art! Going back to being hungry!/ Livin' like f** a cop, I want my bok choy/ All in the mirror like, 'Damn, what a beautiful black boy'!/ What's the plan of attack dog, they got their attack dog/ And as long as I'm black it's like they planned to attack dogs/ My summer was bummy, I lost two my homies/ And my Uncle just died early Tuesday morning/ I think I might loose Grandmama! Lord are you sending a warning?/ I need a plan to escape, put out a tape & start duckin'!/ 2016 summer gon' be Cali, b**hes and Hummers!/ Me & my brothers I run with buggin' like Q-Tip and Cudi/ I mean it, I seen it, I was dreamin' on a Sunday/ Had the meanest Angelina with some cleavage on a runway.../ [Verse 3] I think I might die today/ The city is k**ing us, and soon it might find a way/ Imma get high today, you know, I don't even smoke/ But Imma call Devanny, and we just gone fly away/ We just gone fly away, we just gone fly away/ Imma hit you up and baby we just gone fly away/ I'll touch the sky today, either from the piff or a pistol/ And the government hate us, it ain't a myth they got missles/ I had a cabbie aim his gat at me from his taxi/ He really tried to clap me! Was an a**a**in in that backseat?/ Damn, why they gotta hate my black skin?/ So much fear cause I'm African!/ I've got gold in my soul, behold when I'm tapped in/ Don't want me playing in they're lane/ Balling just the same, rather gutters for my reign/ 'til I bowled enough to catch the pin!/ You drooling while you sleeping on me cousin, need a nap kin?/ Satan's creeping on me, like a masked man!/ Homie tried to rob a store, 5-0 had to blast him!/ I need an escape from this maze that I'm trapped in/ I feel like Dylan O'Brian, fighting my way to Zion/ Block so hot, that it's frying...us/ Hook [2xs] Cover your eyes, cover your ears/ Just try to love yourself/ Deny what you see, deny what you hear/ Believe you can love yourself/ Cause they won't love you (no, no)/ They don't love you (no, no, no)/ They don't love you/ Only you can love you!/ [Verse 4] So basically I was just riding home from work Right there on N. Peters St. right there by the H&M In the French Quarter and I'm like looking to my left And there's like a cabbie with a silver pistol aimed low Under the pa**enger's seat, like he had his arm extended out From the driver's seat, under the pa**engers seat He was like, like a Middle Eastern kind of guy Kind of heavy-set with a cigar in his mouth I really thought he was an a**a**in, I thought he was like was Trying to k** me for real Cause he just tried to like...like he was aiming a gun at me Like to shoot me on my bike, and I just took off I just like f**ing took off until I found a cop... But he didn't help, so f** it Summer time, everybody feel it in the summer time/ Stunning how we feel it, we need healing in the summer time/ Gunning, they be busting, blood pumping in the summer time/ Only a matter of time before I make 'em run from mine/ Runny eyes, crying hoping I don't have a son of mine/ Let him know it, we were never made under one design/ f** it, Imma hustle, get my money, then I'll stunt & shine/ Grinding even though my daily struggle's getting undermined/ (Repeat 1x) Jesus, f**ing paranoid I be thinking/ f**ing paranoid, I be sleeping/ f**ing paranoid, I be dreaming/ f**ing paranoid, I'll be leaving, see you in the evening/ (Good afternoon) [Hook]