Farewell Summer

[Intro] Yaowa. A lot been going on these past three months. If you don't mind, I'd like to share it with you [Verse] Let's see. Summer of Oh Ten Right before it kicked off I lost a really close friend Last time we kicked it was at a show in Coney Island Fucked with some bitches, I swear I miss my homie whylin' That was bad enough news, like I needed to hear more Mr. Marshall Mathers is interested in us four "Us four" being Crooked I, Joe Budden Royce and myself, but I swear it's always somethin' When talks got real, E-1 started frontin' Tryna cock block, but we handled that, it's nothin.' Listen close, hear it from the horse's mouth, It's crazy The deal ain't finalized, but yeah, Slaughterhouse and Shady Show's been getting better, Highline was retarded When Fat Joe came out, New York City went bonkers Styles P came out and held it down for all of Yonkers Even Sean Paul ripped it after twistin up the ganja Closed the show with Jim Jones,you know, Nissan, Honda Chevy. Had the fans Andretti, that's a monster Wish I coulda spit that on the stage at Summer Jam Can't complain though, that verse helped me scoop a couple grand Aside from the music, copped a new apartment Two bedroom joint, nothing fancy, a little carpet Marble in the kitchen, cool walk-in closet A painting here and there, something simple for an artist If you havin' girl problems, I feel bad for you, son Well then feel sorry for me, cause I had more than one Like E-1 and Slaughterhouse single, I lost the one Before the us and Pharoahe Monch Canada tour was done I argued with her like, "Being insecure is dumb The only thing that I could get from all these whores is cum." We did the Skype thing in my bunk on late nights Always started cool but ended in the same fight Why I ain't picking up the phone once again It only takes a second to reply to BBM Baby, I don't know what to say Maybe it was the 20 hour drive from Montreal to Thunder Bay Maybe my phone died, maybe I'm sound checkin' Maybe I'm on stage going in for the crowd, sweatin' Either way it's over, you failed to understand You were dealing with a star, not your average brother man On another note, I got to kick it with my sons Up in Dave and Buster's, winning tickets, it was fun Hit Rockaway Beach, played some frisbee in the sun At summer camp they had a Track and Field Olympics and they won I took it down to Miami on the Fourth Wobbled out a mansion, and did cameo of course Shit I brought to the telly looked like panties on a horse Freak brain, this bitch said "Nigga ram me 'til I cough." (I gotta call that bitch) But yeah, Flex see that I'm focused Droppin bombs like I did to get rid of the roaches Feels good being Puerto Rican from the projects Countries overseas having a ball like my cahones This summer I did well setting up of Oh Eleven Coming up on the year my granny said "Hello" to Heaven My mom still goes through it, every now and then she cries I'm trying to bring a different set of tears into her eyes Free Agent is fire, the world's will sees it's tough Gonna drop the Yaowa Mixtape with Green to heat it up Shouts to ICU, the documentary is nuts Some people on there gone, a lot of memories, but yup Gotta keep it pushing, though the ride gets bumpy I'mma keep whipping it 'til I get money Hate to be so blunt, but I came up extra poor Borrowed from next door, couldn't get ketchup from the store The butt of all the jokes, cause of the rejects that I wore Matching perfectly with all the V-necks that I tore But nope, not no more, my feet keep the sickest kicks Still doing V-necks, but now my shit is crisp I'm coming for the title boys, I hope you niggas rhyme Treating this like high school, "A" game every time Let you niggas party, go on Vacay, I'mma grind 'Til every verse I kick is like Pele in his prime Y'all don't want a war, screaming "Mayday" with a nine Your thought caliber is no match for this AK in my mind Don't get clapped, like sex with a dirty slut When I'm done with rap, they gon' hang ya boy jersey up Cause I done been an all star on all bars My dad left and the apple never falls far So I'm gone like a sports car Anyone who thinks they're better is just wild, draw four cards I did this by myself, no help brother No more sag, I'm coming for that belt fuckers Said my prayers and God called Joell's number So stay tuned in the Fall Farewell Summer