I grew up on Marchmont ave round the corner from Mike D
It was me Javonn, Kayron Dayion &Khaaliq
Back around the time when the Griffeys got released
We put the basketball court up & was blocking off the street
Back when no one was a fan of the heat
Dwayne Wade could've played & we still ain't comin out before 3
And I would hate when them Kats from other parks came to ball
Cause it turned into a brawl
And if it's bout my Fam then my backs against the wall
I'm scrappin like ya transmission stalled or when you can't afford to fix your engine
Desicions decisions I had the royal blue mike air Max & black & white Scottie Pippens
Philly girls rocked the micro braids
And that when I would typo age
On the blocks wit the 40's & new ports
Tim's & jean shorts
Declining them weed shorts
These street lights gave me new life
I went in an adolescent and got reincarnated as a contestant of the

Summer time where the kids sleep
Summer time you lose all your sleep
Summer time where the kids sleep
Running around in the streets
Saying gimme that run that shit
And I'm running around in circles
Losing my mind losing my mind losing my mind
Summer time and I'm losing my mind
It's hot as shit out here
Bitch

If you scared stay inside and protect yo name
These kids lookin for blood & wat set you claim
Unc said don't condone but you still gotta listen
Out for this transmission for you get caught slippin
Too young to buy cigs old enough for ammunition
They'll empty the magazine I ain't talkin take the posters out
It's murders everyday not just the ones that Fox will post about
And you ain't seem nothing roll ya eyes and close ya mouth
Or end up on a t-shirt in memory of
These kids are bored and that's how they burn this energy up
You tryna play both sides you too gimmicky bruh
You either trapping or it's fashion ain't no mixing it up
The old G's I knew ain't Diddy bop in the club
A head nod while he tryna that tooly in tuck
And they ain't never glorify them long nights
Told me I ain't belong get home & write this the wrong kinda life
Finish school book a flight get money stay outta sight
You grind in the winter just to shine in the motherfuckin

Summer time where the kids sleep
Summer time you lose all your sleep
Summer time where the kids sleep
Running around in the streets
Saying gimme that run that shit
And I'm running around in circles
Losing my mind losing my mind losing my mind
Summer time and I'm losing my mind
It's hot as shit out here
Bitch

Summer time when i first got to Macon
Supposed to be in the A but that's a different situation
So my plans to make noise regardless of ya ordinance
Taking over this city is of level 20 importance
So I'm at this little rap & shake every night
Giving empty pounds knowing he ain't gotta dog in this fight
Not a rapper in this room got shit for me
Tried to give me the cold shoulder till radio got hip to me
Hold on I told my secretary to get a list for me
I did hot like the sum beastie flow
Runaway girl peace leaving & asshole
Catch me was a sleeper and you already know
Cherry Street still get me play all over the globe
Just when you may have thought the curtain was closed
Without you was in a movie
Suburban got em movin
Still tryna clear that sample on Sock it to ya
But if not we hit the booth and do what we gotta do
You Stuntin on me now but Holla by next June in the