August

[Verse 1] Just like Will Smith, I hate August You people find it everyday harder to stay honest Honestly fuck y'all, i'mma slay harder Freezing in the cold of the summer like Martyr Most of y'all do extra shit but it ain't bother I just got a fresh cut on my face, man I love my barber Phoenix mixing this shit, brother from another mother We about to blow up anytime, like a suicide bomber Ok Don't be a bummer baby Listen Got stories sweeter than a Baklava Put Punak on the map, they call me Don Dada Evil residents in my head, Umbrella If u try to fuck me over baby then it’s ciao bella Shit I got the dagger but no cloak Soul-bounded with pain grimstroke Got my fourth eye opened, more than woke Man, life’s a big ass joke I fucking hate this month man Can we just skip to September or something I don't know