Dear Summer & Bonus Track

(Dear Summer) When you come up, I come in It's like a revolving door with this music biz I seen you love, I'm seeing you hate, I'm seeing you love him again But I'm happy you that let me come and be your friend Cause last year your man had the streets on fire But you cheated with a dude who did through the wire The only man you had that I loved retired And this year you had some dude who won a fuck ? But I swear at the same time you fucked with this man Summer, maybe you the reason them cats ain't friends Cause 50 had you locked in '03, fucked his friends in '04 But Summer, that ain't the shit that I go for You need to calm down and show me you love me Cause whenever you come 'round shit gets ugly Niggas be shooting cause they don't know what to do with you And I can't move on, I'm just so used to you And all these little cats be hawking down you Matter fact, Usher's Confession was talking about you I seen you show him love, him man Lil' John How can you do this, you supposed to be my baby's mom Bullshit catching up, hip-hop mad at us Everybody love you, Fat Joe's trying to snatch you up Hov had Nas scared even to holla back at you Every seven years Dre come around and fuck with ya The past tow, the Dirty South had you getting crunk and stuff I'm kinda mad at that, I'm kinda jealous But overwhelmed at the fact that I want you as well as every nigga that raps Except for maybe Eminem, he got to win a lot He even promised he could drop weak shit and never flop You showed Nelly mad love, I knew that was great Cause that means you're starting to spread you heart my way If you can just give me the time of the day And half the whole world after X-to the-V I promise I will never leave you or let you stray every single day But don't have me waiting for long, ma, c'mon I'm taking three minutes out to write you a song You can reply back, besides that, to see where your mind's at I know you drop niggas, I mean, see where Ja's at? But I don't work extra hard just to get your heart There's no sleeping if you let me keep it I swear there won't be no lying or cheating I'll open up my soul, Summer, tell you all my secrets Just give me your time I know the last letter you received had you crying and you ain't never lie I see you kinda stingy I can tell by how you did Bleak Look at his first week I mean, damn How you gonna do bleak like that As I head home and call it a day, I hope you think about the things that I say It's a cruel, cruel world, ma, I know that now But I'm the only one that will truly hold you down Every single year I will come around, I did that 4 times and I'm still unsigned Legacy in '02, The Answer in '03, Overture in '04 I ain't saying no more (Bonus Track) [Hook] They just ? Police is watching, the streets is talking They just ? That I'm a rapper, dude, that's what they notice first And that my rapping crew makes situations worse So I can I give my view on how you give us cues Like we just rap, hoop, talk loud and barbecue Niggas don't hear the dude, they all skip the message Too complex with my complexion, man, get to stepping And they don't know that I'm close to a deal, think it's a counterfeit marker on my $5 bill I wear my hat the the side, roll with a couple of thugs Bump my shit in my ride, turn it all the way up Call a cutie a honey, call a hoochie a ho Middle fingers to the cops, yeah, you already know I wear a do-rag to lay down my waves, but somehow they turn that around to I'm in a gang Instead of staring, just try to wave and say 'hi' And keep moving, cause I'mma do me and stay fly They just [Hook] Rappers are ? killers, we got the vultures with us We tell the world that we cold killers and drug dealers I'm so ill and realer than most Killing the flow, and still you keep feeling the ghost spilling you I'll be damned if I let a nigga choose my look You can't describe me through the pictures in you're rapping books You can't allow the money stacking in my platinum jeans Allow you to think that you know me in the magazines Just allow the scene and the songs I bring X out the thoughts you brought and describe me to the V Don't allow my status being king of the city take your perception quickly Cause I'm a gentleman like Mr. Bentley Sometimes I don't want to be bothered with talk "And, like, how can I get on," I just hear it too often So when I say I'm busy, guess I'm pleading the fifth I bet I'll make my way to Heaven with all of these fears [Hook]