Late June

Hook #1:

I’ve been
Leaning
Reclining, relaxing
Still dreaming
Day dreaming
Night thinkin
I stay scheming
I don’t think the same
I been readin
I’m on a whole nother plane
I been thinkin
About the future a little
I graduated to avoid making
Sausage McGriddles
I’m on another level
I’m on another level

Verse 1:

I got some thangs on my brain lately
Gotta get off
Too many thangs going on that I gotta
Make stop

Feel the grasp of the people
That was never for me
Probably can sense that I’m
Bout to take off

That’s the way of the world
It’s just me and my girl
If these rap cats never prove
Honest or thorough
A lil lonely but I got it
Protect your health
Man I’m good, in the hood
My goal is stack up wealth
Cuz they buying up fifth street
Building up shops and restaurants
That get shocked if I walked inside
Same block you hear shots
Another homicide
The shooter a senior
From my alma mater
So I must ask why
This ish happens
Tell myself this why I can’t quit rapping
Gotta find a way to speak to my fellow black men

Verse #2:

And It’s not even all is us
Maybe just a fraction
Started with three fifths
Went got pent up passion
Anger in our hearts
Unsure how to express it
Using trap songs to channel
All our depression

It’s ninety five degrees outside
The city acting up
Now that it’s warm outside
Got people actin tough
And 12 patrolled every night
To try and lock us up
Last thing that I’m tryna do
Is get myself caught up

I tryna find another job
Something with more meaning
Sick of taking trash out
And toilet bowl cleaning
It’s my twenty second year
On this earth almost exactly
Gotta get my ish together
For life pass me
OGs tell me ain’t no timeline to this thing
Thats why they call me the CZAR
Ain’t no need in rushin king

Just trust the process
And grow and progress
Don’t stress
Just know that you’re blessed
Some folks they smoke cess
And some stay in bottles
Some chase the
Some play the lotto
Most turn to they vices
I just can’t follow
The same patterns I seen
When it comes to my life tho
I got a girl I’m tryna make my wife bro
Plus the way the music look
Shoot, it might blow
If this is known as the last rap i wrote
Just know, this the last summer
I’m gon be broke

Hook #2:

I’ve been
Leaning
Reclining, relaxing
Still dreaming
Day dreaming
Night thinkin
I stay scheming
I don’t think the same
I been readin
I’m on a whole nother plane

I been thinkin
About the future a little
I graduated to avoid making
Sausage McGriddles
I’m on another level
I’m on another level