Summer '24 (Ed Lover Mix)

Yo, sometimes I wonder if real motherfuckers still exist

Sometimes I look at what's goin' on out here and I wonder

Do real motherfuckers still exist?

But then I'm reminded that real motherfuckers do still exist

It's The Butcher, bitch

Summertime Butch'

Yo, ah

It's already full-blown, summer now

The bitches out, the numbers down

It feel like Thug, already run the trial but

Back in my town, they barely started and intention is strong

It's like something tell 'em kill soon as the weather get warm

The worst case for a veteran is feds get involved

Nigga, I carry that weight with me like a medicine ball

It ain't no clouds and it's nintey outside

That mean it's grimy outside

But, fuck it, you could still find me outside

Spent nights on that curb building

You gotta look at every law's true life

'Cause it's two Ls and two eyes in the word billion

Three A.M. On that corner, breaking bread, I was patient

Fled, so they don't snatch me up before they head to the station

Sped from one trap to two then I sever relations

Step on the dope, it get weaker like the stairs to the basement

Ah, no fifty-fifty splits won't get me rich, not at all

That's pennies, I been winning chips, Elijah Von, Kenny Smith

I came with a rocket and if I aim it and pop it

Then put it back, the barrel gon' melt the change in my pocket

The parallels of street life, you know the game's so strange

I got beef with a nigga who got the same first name

That ain't all, I had a plug who got the same birthday

Detectives pull this whip over, they gon' make first grade

It's time to pop out with it on

Pull the drop out, shut the block down

Bring a watch out if you want

It's Summer 2024, motherfuckers

Summertime Butch'

(These are the real Sopranos)