Dear Chicago Summer

[Intro] Yo Java, we all praying for you my brother This one's for you [Verse] Dear summer, what you been on with my friends You a snake throwin' all types of salt in the plants And every weekend it get a little worse Thinking everybody's homies made him ride inside of hearses Puttin faces on the bullets and the six chambers But in our faces is the faces in the newspapers You provide the summer nights, Drake provide the soundtrack We provide the pockets and they heads make us bounce back And you gotta answer soon as the triggers call Tired of posting "rest in peace" on my niggas' walls Too many cops with the aims on 'em Too many spray painted t-shirts with little niggas names on 'em And I'm sure that a little came from anger But mostly cause niggas ain't afraid to up banger And maybe I need a geography class or something But when did Chicago become a part of East Compton? And when did Windy City mean we'll blow you all away? And when did throwing hands become the hoish move to play? Around the time when killing cops became the route to follow And a bullet on your plate became the Taste of Chicago, uh! But you held it down for my niggas this season Cause everybody see 'em and out here chiefing And we all got plug, but we don't really need 'em Hamburger helper, got the gloves if you beefin' Put your weapons down, drop 'em if you keep 'em Throw them hands and I'll throw your mans in the deep end Throw a party every week and every single weekend Summer's almost over but you do it kinda decent And this one here is for the ave And all my homies pouring memories out of caskets made of glass Til we walk on streets completely made of O.E Shout out to North Ave and Oak Street And Tinley park and Tuley park and also Morgan Park Chicago paints a picture that is more than art We all fear for fall to have to show up So summer lets us never have to grow up Chicago summers