God Bless The Summer Lyrics - Dave East

[Verse 1: Dave East] 

If you owe that man, then pay that man 

Look around, I stood my ground, niggas can't say I ran 

I was taught, somebody take something, you break his hand 

And I was taught, you wanna make something? You take a chance 

The way I see it, these niggas gon' kill theyself 

How the fuck you keepin' it real? You ain't real with yourself 

Many night on the Ocho, duckin' suckas and popo' 

This Gucci without the logo 

I don't wear no Polo, I'm boujee now 

I bring some women to bring some goonies out 

They used to ask for credit, I dead it, like a root canal 

I get back to that later, I'm in the booth for now 

Pistol in your mouth gon' do more than chip tooth your smile 

Niggas I played basketball with, is shooters now 

I did the highway with work, I know how a state troopers sound 

It feel like they plotting to kill me 

I'm out the way, they booked Meek for poppin' a wheelie 

Treat us like animals, but we get fly like the Air Force 

I been on that Ace of Spades, these niggas on Smirnoff 

Aim it at his head, and try to knock that nigga beard off 

Skrrt, pull the Benz off, pay attention when men talk 

Notice I said men 

Dope like the Exorcist 

I watched a fiend head spin, been hard to go to bed since 

Blood splatter all in your car, leave you with red tint 

Came up with a plan for this paper, been gettin' bread since 

Tyra said I should model, been gettin' head since 

They made a sweep, and my niggas been in the fed since 

They came around askin' questions, we never said shit 

Gang squad started followin', soon as I said Crip 

I know they on my Instagram 

Clap the heat, happy feet, you know them niggas ran 

I don't call niggas family, unless they really fam' 

If a thousand don't get 'em, I guarantee a milli' can 

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[Verse 2: Vado] 

Slime 

Try to manage your vibe energy 

A fake friend could do more damage than five enemies 

When it's chicken, it's beef, like Fried Kennedy 

Bring your instrument, we could have us a live symphony 

In a tight alley, we be like [?] 

Gunplay scenes, I squeeze like Mike Lowrey 

All you see is sticks and signs, [?] rally 

Red track suit, new [?], white Bally's 

Real shit, your own men will hate 

I don't wanna hear you get dough, 'less you demonstrate 

I'm trying open the door, look like inner-space 

5-6-0 with the chrome dinner plates 

Get it straight, where i'm from, you had to 

I hit the scaffle with it, that brown bag, I hit it 

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[Bridge: Dave East] 

I don't call niggas family, 'less they really fam' 

I don't call niggas family, 'less they really fam' 

I don't call niggas family, 'less they really fam' 

I don't call niggas family, 'less they really fam' 

[Verse 3: Vado]