Summer's Son - Me (Again) Lyrics

Oh yeah it's me again

Summers son stepping up to bat
I spit facts and I drink yak nigga I'm relaxed
I stay smoking on a stink pack find it in my bag
Tried to stop but I need that they be tryna make me mad
This is a nigga who working on the daily
I don't care what is it but if I do it pay me
You dig what I'm saying my nigga or am I crazy
Because when I spit bars my shit is calculated
Niggas hating I'm minding my business
There ain't no integration stimulation feel like we're living inside a simulation
Need the payments what are you doing if you're not innovating in the way
And niggas annoying me they tryna test my patience
And this time I'm finally taking over
I got a rotten chip that's just been sitting on my shoulder
It's crazy my heart got colder they warned me about pneumonia
I guess I didn't listen but remember back when I told ya

Summers son tryna make a hit, while I spit like I chew that
Waiting on ya pitch hold up who you boo at?
Better get a grip, when I hit I let the bitch fly can barely see that shit
Why are y'all rapping about this money.
We know that you don't have it I laugh but it isn't funny
I'm not rich but anybody I f*ck with know I'm not bummy
I don't have to flex my niggas all know I'm getting money, bitch
I'm hungry so pass that f*cking plate around
I finally got a seat no more plotting on the table how
I finally gotta see what it's like to be amazing to somebody who don't know that
I'm slowly gonna go crazy and it's crazy cuz I mainly been focusing on my payments
I'm not playing who you play with, I'm not the nigga you play bitch
And I say this please replay this you better watch what you say
Bitch ain't no gang shit but
I came with a couple niggas who slang shit
And this time
I'm finally taking over
I got a rotten chip that's just been sitting on my shoulder it's crazy my heart got colder They warned me about pneumonia
I guess I didn't listen but remember back when I told ya