Dear Summer, I know you gon' miss me

For we been together like Nike Airs and crisp tees

S dots with polo fleeces

Purple label *** with the logo secret

Gimme couple years, ***, I might just sneak in

A couple words and like peaches and herb We'll be reunited and it feels so hood

Have the whole world saying, "How you still so good?"

Well, I do, this in my slumber summer

I ain't none of these half-assed newcomers You know how I do Summer, I drop heat when you bring the sun up

The combo make niggaz act up, I pick the gun up

Niggaz back up, they know I'm not no fronter

I don't talk ***, I just flip it, ya Sorry Lance, I'm just trying to advance my quotes

I ain't making you the butt of my jokes

But let's not stray from what I came to say

To my beloved, think we need sometime away They say if you love it, you should let it out its cage

And *** it, if it comes back you know it's there to stay

It's tugging at my heart but this time apart is needed

From the public, who should've gave me the Pulitz' Instead gave me they ass to kiss

But you know me, thugging 'til the casket dips

But still shine light down on all my peers

I know they weird some queer, I still want them to share And all the success I received, I know you can't believe

I still love 'em but they don't love me

They like the drunk uncle in your family

You know they lame, you feel ashamed but you love 'em the same It's like when niggaz make subliminal records

If it ain't directed directly at me, I don't respect it

You don't really want it with Hov for the record

I put a couple careers on hold, you could be next kid Keep entering the danger zone

You gon' make that boy Hov put your name in a song

If you that hungry for fame, mother***er, c'mon

Say when take ten paces and spin But on another note, 'bout to take another vaca'

On another boat, goddamn a mother***er rode

His way out the hood and I pray that I stay out for good

But any day you know a nigga could Try and play like he Suge then I gotta play like Dutch Schultz

You pass the dutchie, I blast you, trust me

Niggaz can't *** with me

I'm in a good mood, you lucky, I got a good groove And I ain't trying to *** my thing up

But I will lay down a couple green bucks, get you cleaned up

Now, I'm 'Pulp Fiction', Colt four-fifth

And young niggaz that blast for me, no religion Listen here, Summer baby

I just believe it's the right thing to do

I got a brand new bitch, corporate America

She showing me a lot of action right now And I know you put me on my feet and all

But I mean, it's time for me to grow

You gotta let me go, baby, you gotta let me go I'm done for now so one for now

Possibly forever, we had fun together

But like all good things, we must come to an end

Please show the same love to my friends, dear Summer