Summer ’24 lyrics by Benny The Butcher
It’s already full-blown, summer now
The bitches out, the numbers down
They feel like thug already run the trial but
Back in my town, they barely started and intention is strong
It’s like something telling me kill soon as the weather get warm
The worst case for a veteran is feds get involved
Nigga, I carry that weight with me like a medicine ball
I ain’t no clouds and it’s 90 outside, that mean it’s grimy outside
But fuck it, you could still find me outside
Spent nights on that curb building
You gotta look at every law’s true life
‘Cause it’s two Ls and two eyes in the word billion
Three A.M. on the corner, breaking bread, I was patient
Fled, so they gon’ snatch me up before they head to the station
Sped for one trap-two than it’s several relations
Step on the dope, it get weaker like the stairs to the basement
Ah, no fifty-fifty splits won’t get me rich, not at all
It’s pennies, I been winning chips, Elijah Von, Kenny Smith
I came with a rocket and if I aim, it’ll pop it
Than put it back, the barrel will melt the change in my pocket
The parallels of street life, you know the game’s so strange
I got beef with the nigga with the same first name
That ain’t all, I had a plug who got the same birthday
Detectors pull its whip over, they gon’ make first gray
It’s time to pop out with it on, pull a drop out
Shut the block down, bring a watch out if you on
It’s Summer ’24, motherfuckers