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