Klan Summer

[Verse 1: LAyZee] Klan Familia, you niggas still don't look familiar Not at all, not all Now this right here is not a preview of what our latest shit gone bring you or sound like I just gotta express and let some shit up off of my chest could give a fuck if it's rude or don't sound nice I was living life lost in the dark then found light, in this music chewing beats while you niggas sound bite You clown-like, everything about you is made up, of your idols blended and put inside a cup You getting drunk off it now don't you think that's kinda lame bruh While I'm with your bitch scoring every time we lay up While you niggas snoring oh you best believe lay up Hitting it from the back cause she got ass but got a-cups, i ain't shit But who could blame me, neither is society, high off a drug called government, need sobriety, tests to check and see if they'll ever admire me, cause they thinking I'm crazy but i agree entirely I got a variety of flows opposed to your mono-style, kinda old you know Better hold ya ho, she a psycho holmes, stalking a nigga following me when i go home Tryna kiss me now, bet you wanna diss me now, but won't cause it's always small talk on your microphone Get it, well fuck it i don't really care if you didn't, cause those of you who listen ain't got a doubt that I'm spitting Like a llama with a speech impediment, and this weed that I'm smoking might impeach the president And everything you speak irrelevant, you niggas sound dumb i advise that you seek intelligence We ain't even made it yet i need to get farther, young & I'm eating never been a starver And for my team I'm a starter, you niggas weak-minded that's why it's such a problem to lift your bars up Yeah I'll write your verses homie but I'll have to charge ya, to get your lines up like a motherfuckin' barber, Who need a charger cause his phone died but when his phone on ain't even got no fuckin' service at his parlor Klan Summer, I'm a winner, so when i spring on your girl i bet her panties fall Probably reconsider if she wearing granny drawls, or if she everybody bitch like the fuckin' family dog Go head and say I'm wack you a bold face lie, we all know I'm killing shit and this a cold-case file We all know I'm spitting crack into a cocaine pile, just feeding em' rock Kurt Cobain style My niggas finna take over the whole summer, chasing this dream like Wile E. after road-runner, With a twist cause I'm gone catch it and bomb this shit, and make em' get up out my space I'm gone Tom this shit I'm gone prom this shit and watch em' crown me king, for the unique flow pattern and sound he bring Who would thought he seventeen, just ahead of my time, still a lazy ass nigga i wish my bed could recline I wish i had a cereal vault right under my bed, i wish bitches would disappear after giving me head, Because i hate to be mean and tell em' get the fuck out, but keep sitting tryna be jazzy you'll get kicked the fuck out, bitch