4 SUMMERS

Check Check
Check it Up
Yeah
Hair long, I boxed the braids, nothings been the same
My wrist bling, diamonds dancing off this music thing
I want Lebron numbers, Jordan when it comes to rings
This baby boy is spoiled, so I want more life and everything
Until the fat lady sings I’m underground king
Until the numbers do their thing, and my name rings
Bells Imma, run shit all summer
I’ve been doing this since Justin did covers
When Abel touched stage and did concerts
Every weekend I would contemplate whether I would rap conscious and mute
comments
Used to b hooked on phonics
Now I speak honest with Ebonics so you know It’s ral
Numb to all the bullshit and the goofies ohh how good it feels
Signed to myself, but I’m grinding like I want a deal
I ain’t got it all but I flex like I’m in the hills
The music is the reason I have fun still
Yeah yeah
When shit be going left I just
When shit ain’t going right I just
It’s like this every time, you think I’m down and out
But I’ve got angels on my side
I bounce back
When shit be going left I just
When shit ain’t going right I just
It’s like this every time, they think I’m down and out
But I’ve got angels on my side
I bounce back
They still don’t give a fuck that I rap
They’d rather me be damaged goods, have my arms in cast
They hate the confidence, now I just ignore em and laugh
While the cancel culture waiting just to put me on blast
They want the old Shaq, someone that I left in past
I had to leave comfort zones, just to get where I’m at
If I ever said I’m perfect that’s the pot calling the kettle black
Cause me I move forward too fast to ever peddle back
Everything I say that I am, yes I’m really that
Money to my ear on the gram, I ain’t into that
I’m not the kid that wants that check, to really live his raps
Who cares about the music anymore?
Can you riddle that?
I’ve been at this shit for 4 summers
Drinking on low stressing bout the stream numbers
I still bet on me every time the over-under
Is I always get my points across, you gotta love it
Doing what I said I would do, but on budget
Knowing I’ve got nothing to lose, no deep pockets
Flipped melodies, and verses into some profits
That’s 10 000 hours later guess it pays to be honest
Running outta time tryna make these songs timeless
Yelling from the bottom, but trust me I’m still climbing
Diamonds are forever but so are the silver linings
Just tryna find the balance with the plus and the minus
Uhhh